“And there I found him. I could see him, immaculate, 
sitting, watching me. And I could feel his being, and I 
could feel his presence. We were face to face, his eyes 
looked into mine. It was a cold stare, challenging ... 
and only a gesture made me realize that not all human 
lives were worth the same.”
Only aspire to the beauty while you rot inside.
You observe me like a whore, with desire and dirty 
repugnance.
But you drink of me to satiate yourself.
You've crossed the threshold, you're victim of your 
desires,
glorified among the mediocrity, indoctrinated by 
prosaic beings.
“The screams will never hold back the relentless fall 
of the blade.”
Possess the control of cities of bronze and stone.
The masses are controlled under the hands of terror.
Vanal crowd, writhing in pain,
between screams acclaiming for a semi god,
stupid scions aligned before a fickle messiah.
Unattainable, on the granite steps,
Sat in your throne,
you will soar over all things,
those beyond good and evil,
deciding the fate of the human life.
The blood shedding of your victims will never be in 
vain, with it you illuminate your path to eternity.