The Hero
A tragic accident.
The road to hell is paved with good intentions.
Humor masking a sadistic nature.
Eyes consumed by betrayal.
Mask on.
Manipulation, justified sacrifices.
Despite all, I let them live.
Because that’s what heroes do—we show mercy.
You’re bandits.
You’re the bad guys,
and I am the goddamn hero.
At the edge of the horizon,
That’s what you’re resisting.
Beauty, purity, order.
Mask slipping.
You’re a plague.
Your kind have corrupted this world—
greed and hatred.
I must save this world from your kind.
Now do me a favor, and die.
It’s not enough.
This disgusting planet,
these puppets.
I want it all.
Every planet, every star.
Call me old-fashioned,
What's a king to a god?
Mask off.
What's that saying?
Don’t pick a fight with a man who’s got nothing left to lose?
You're a savage.
You’re a maniac.
You’re a bandit,
and I am the goddamn hero.
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