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Alone I forge the black shadow of my soul,

a portrait turning darker.

An unfinished picture won't comfort.

It won't bring solace under shadow's reign.

I could begin well,

I wish I could finish some day.

Why do I keep going on the way that leads

to an ugly portrait,

to a travesty of a man,

to a life of a mangy dog,

to remains, that make you

no profit no loss.

Alone I look at my creation shining in the night.

It stretches its claws, it calls for its servant

to play "follow the leader",

to walk the road that leads to hell.