Monster
MONSTER, thats what I am...
nor demon, or angel...
nor day, or nigth...
I am me, and just me...
a MONSTER...
those who walk in the ligth, become blinded by it, I consume the ligth...
those who walk in the darkness, fall to never rise, I devour the darkness from its core...
I walk no man's path, I create my own...
I walk the path of a MONSTER...
when I was born into this world, it sorrounded me, corrupted me, killed me...
but in the end, it was I who raced my head to see the world...
being dessolated by myself...
and their sin to stand in my way..
everything falls before me: arrogance, hate, sadness, ...
love...
I live like a MONSTER
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