The God of Devils - 2
Whatever the world dislikes & hates...
Forms my character,my inherent traits...
I am a born-rebel of all social dogma..
I am the self-proclaimed-saviour...the last enigma...
None can match my killer instinct...
My methods of destruction are all distinct...
How does it matter if I am a sinner...
What really matters is that I am a winner...
I am horror...I am terror...I am hatred...
I am audacity & brute...I am red...
I know my actions are uglier than ****...
And I don't really give a damn to it...
I sincerely acknowledge my satanic skills...
And proudly declare, "I am the God of devils..."
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