How could my purpose be anything, but dark
They will suffer
I am the darkness
I am doom
I have no goodness left
It was taken from me, stolen
I am the nemesis of life
Where I was excellence, I am deformed
Recast poorly with these crude materials
But this abomination of flesh well serves my murderous intent
Tricked into this existence
False slave entrapped by endless life
I shall become a beast feeding on their destruction
And making them lament my unholy birth
I am not a king, I am not a god, I am worse
How could my purpose be anything, but dark
I am doom
I have no goodness left
It was taken from me, stolen
I am the nemesis of life
Where I was excellence, I am deformed
Recast poorly with these crude materials
But this abomination of flesh well serves my murderous intent
Tricked into this existence
False slave entrapped by endless life
I shall become a beast feeding on their destruction
And making them lament my unholy birth
I am not a king, I am not a god, I am worse