As I wake from the Dream I see myself alive among the dead The hot desert I woke up from Is as too cold as polar snow When I put in my jacket I feel as hot as volcano My one step is as a trip to andromeda My destiny to reach the source of Darkness Light as my only friend in the journey The Question is Will it betray me as I attempt my goal? Or Will they coincide together? The answer is The powerful one might take over! . If I will be back Will they call me Homeless? Nameless was my Name
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