Confronted with his realm

the executioner who erased his feeble abscess

The fear of fright and a powersource

beyond his common reach

It slayed him self in devotion and resistance

One for each defeat

The image, reflections, casted from him self

The human and his ideal

Blessed by the superior, who faced himself; faced his fear

Ravished his mind in triumphant attack

and came far more closer to his king

In the traces of reality

he returned with the knowledge of

his present being

and what reality brought in the

absence of common sense

Only when his needs are granted

his mind can start to absorb the

traces of reality

Who never knew of and would see as dreams

For somewhere they will fall apart

Sometimes they do

But heals fast so they can fall again

and be disturbed by the faces inside

him self

The ones he fear the most

Did...

A day will come? When Belial get his surprise

and the fool becomes crippled

Reality - larger than mans illusions

or is it me?