Hades // King of the dead
Wasn't raised by the gods
So I lowered myself
Give me some credit because I raised myself well
Give you some credit because you gave me hell
I grew from the ashes
I dont speak I yell
King of the dead so the school must hate me
2019 and you still can't save me
You have everything you seek
But I have the girl
Persephone the queen
To my underworld
Elder to you
My brother Zeus
I wrote you this poem
To tell you my truth
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