Persona
Facades, hellscape royalty.
A dozen souls walk me to my throne.
A trail of despair and riches, indicative.
So much knowledge at my disposal.
A jack of all trades, a weaver of lies.
Hear no evil, see no evil.
One is missing, it belongs to me.
So many masks, manipulation is innovation.
Have we met before?
I cannot recall who or where I was.
A ruthless guardian or a gentle demon,
gaze upon the glow of my persona.
Beautiful and terrible as the flames.
Immortal agony or quick and painless,
I do not know what I am deserving of.
As I retire to my chambers,
a gate opens with screams and pain in rejoice.
Far renowned in the underground,
When I embark on the journey to hell once more,
prepare for my arrival.
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