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The Imperial

My empire of dust shadow and dirt
My country of pride sadness and lie
Still it’s mine, mine to decide
My land of insecurity anger and pity
My sea of dreams silence and moonbeams
Still I own it, mine to be mine

Didn’t you know I could handle it?
The curling flag is in my hand

There are forks on the ground
There are thorns on the walls
Let them scratch me, let me learn
What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger
What makes you stronger makes you conquer
By conquering you rule and by ruling you control

Aware, aware of possibilities
Universes, loves and powers
Beware, beware of enemies
Brats, cynics and cowards

I will mess you up
I will bring you down
I will hurt you well
I will wear the crown
I won’t die now
I won’t shed a tear
I won’t pay the price
I won’t have fear

Disappointed by not being disappointed?
The curling flag is in my hand

I’ve conquered myself
I have my empire
Now, you defend yours
You burn in your fire

I realized I didn't have windows

Till now

Now who am I this time, you ask
Right now
I am this person
Answering to your question

I am what you're looking at
And it's sad
I'm also the thing I think when I think of you
And all that I've been through

Till now, when your eyes meet mine

I'm sorry to tell but even that is part of me
If it weren't my eyes, tell me how could I see?
I'm sorry to tell but even that is part of me
If it weren't my eyes tell me how could I see?

So I am now what looks at you
I am the witness of your existence
I am the soft wind on your face
What its oblivion can't remember of you

A piece of history, so dearest to me

Till now, when my eyes meet yours

Now it's your turn to answer this
Who are you boy?