The Sculptor of Fear.
Enter the circle — your reflection waits.
The Sculptor calls you to the gates.
I am the Doppelg;nger you deny.
Watch me rise — I'll put your soul to die.
We die and close the circle round,
Your ninth — the final fear unbound.
The faces in stone keep a secret deep,
From this hell, there's no escape to keep.
I am the ninth gate — I am your pain.
I will be flesh and play the role again.
Faces in the stone know your name.
I am your darkness made of flame.
Your Doppelg;nger watched for years.
Now at the bottom — your life disappears.
We are the sculptors — we are the damned,
carving our hell with our own hands.
Faces in the stone — they are our own.
We are the darkness made of bone.
The real world has always been cruel,
You are its beginning and its source.
The Sculptor of Fear
© Copyright: Андрей Крафт Аристо, 2026
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