I'm afraid I've caught you napping again,
And I'm glad to see your gaze.
Let us act out our own little epiphany,
You will be God, and I will be God.
Come, we'll sit down for a game of a chess,
As you can see, I'm playing black.
Come, a dream that came true,
And Millenia of senselles repetitions
Will go up in laughing coloured smoke
No matter, though, a masquerade awaits us,
A dream of ancient oaths. Come...
What is the world coming to?
The world will shatter around us,
And then, on the deibris of a universe
We'll try to appear a new World...
Come...
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