'Despair'...no other word counts.
'To care...not in my vocabulary.
Darkness, yes, my favorite color black.
The sun takes 12 hours of what I lack.
To kill, to murder, all morbid shall spread.
The graveyards, the coffins, shall wake up the dead.
With this mighty power, no one can exist,
Not even the corpses or dead could resist.
A violent dark life, that I shall tread.
The prophecies, and the crystal had said.
I will take it in, as a present, a gift.
I will except pain, so hatred may lift.
I will do my duty, to take over peace,
I will rob all happiness, and love I will cease.
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