'Tis better to rule in Hell,
then to serve in Heaven.
For I shall serve no man,
but should man serve me.
For I will bow my head to no god,
rather they should bow down to me.
For the angels choir shall not reach me,
should the tormented cries fill my thoughts.
And for Heaven shall have no place in my world,
that Hell shall consume my soul and heart.
To never know where it begins,
nor where it ends.
To survive is to fight,
the city is our battleground.
To live is to fight,
to fight is to live,
and to live is everything,
for everything is who you are,
and who you are,
only you can find out.
When the Skies are set alight,
and so my anger burns.
But then the fires are put out,
and the Sun rises.
So with the Sun,
Sleep consumes me.
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