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A snake and a garden are elegant foes. They gave contention. But then knowledge is resistance. They guard the door. But they guide the foe.Give me a hero for this epic. Or i'll make one for myself. You say yours is the only way. But show me a death that I can survive.And I shall come down from the mountain of my imagination, hoisting up a golden calf just to see it burn. I will be asked to flood the world but choose to close my eyes against the host. Afterward I will live in a cave, carving catchphrases into the rock. I will slice off my eyelids to try and see the truth, but will be blinded by a lack of beginnings.In a world of so many futures maybe only the flood matters. But I'll breathe alongside the tree. The world may crumble but I'll still breathe alone.I won't be weighed down, down below myself,by those who point towards a bright destruction. Their eyes blinded the glare of reflected egos.I am the knife, I am the blood, I am the world, I am the light, I am the vessel, I am the heart, I am the walls, I am the start, I am it all but still nothing. I am it all but still nothing.I am nothing and I am you. From Letras Mania