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the true form inside,

black deeds hide behind the light,

desires that do not yet repent,

he does not yet see who he really is,

Vanity and pride clouding his thoughts,

seeing himself as some kind of god,

flying, feeling the ambition rising,

until he is shot down from the sky,

Falling into darkness, the carcass,

dreading the coming thunder,

crashing into nothingness,

arriving at the aftermath of dispair