It doesn't matter if I’m asleep or awake
Because it can obtain an unexplainable force
His source is regularly available
The attacks are mostly severe
This shadow knows that the gloom grows
By using fears and confusing delusions
He's able to tear the hidden cracks
Forbidden facts are his main resources
And with needles it causes anguish
A vanquish by piercing through the walls of darkness
Which have halls decorated with the paintings of shame.
The gray fire leaves markings of pain
But these ashes are invisible and hardly stoppable.
Closing the eyes won't make it less unbearable
Opposing seems very unlikely
As it is highly corrosive,
Hides the explosive and tries to pull the trigger without a warning
If you try to investigate, the evidence could leave you to believe that the sufferer creates his own monster
But one could ask, why would he elaborate his own doom?
The answer seems obtainable but it’s not easily comprehensible
Sadly, the truth is that the victim provides the main route
Although that isn't proof of a self-inflicted path.
You can dig to find out the main cause
It turns out that the pray is faultless
But it prefers to be speechless
To avoid the blame that came from outsiders
Providers of the wood for the flames of torment
A blinding judgment that ignores the unlucky bombing,
Pumping a visceral hatred and a criminal guilt
Making exaggerated sentences that declares it as filth
Even if his imagination betrays them with condemnation
Elaborating weapons that sell to dangerous temptations
Creations that evoke from an invisible menace
An enemy that disguises as an ally
While it secretly despises an undeserved shelter.
The time can make it surprisingly powerful
But it can be stopped with an incredible solution
By exposing that mass of pollution.
Unfortunately, a lonely target will face it with hardship
Manipulating the shadows to conspire again him
Only a mix of will and help can partially kill it
This parasite can cling up and kidnap an identity.
When it finally reveals himself, the battle begins
Even in combat the sinister cannons launch the poison
Until the shinny meteorite destroys this prison
That was the mighty conscious with a ferocious strike.
So, is this a victory? - Yes, but there´s an unsealed injury.
The malicious doppelganger fell but the alarms are still on
A mischievous stab can turn on the traps.
That's why a guardian watches any scratches
Even if he isn't invincible he should't be underestimated
This is the malevolent clone's greatest weakness
He underrates his rival
Which becomes in a deprival of his armor with this stubbornness.
And so, the sword of righteousness sliced
To erode the rotten tree and establish a priceless peace.
Written by Andrés Monge Salazar.
