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Good & Evil


Done with world I am
Living the failure life I am
No matter the continuity and hope
I shall hold the price of dying rose
Until the end and start of the world
I shall remain here as old
They shall prey for the destruction
But I shall only hope for my resurrection
Destiny it was what I thought
For the wars I have fought
Sins that has started since the beginning
Again here begins wars of regaining
Sins will downpour and will be compared
No match for what I have endured
That shall make me the most evil and invincible
This is not war of sanest and sensible
But I have reached far from humanity
Nor do I understand responsibility and sanity
So I shall bring the fear and destruction
There is end where ever there is creation
I am here as villain to facilitate an end
So hero will rise to became my end
This is the cycle of good and evil
But never it was I who choose to became the evil
But I shall be born again
There shall be my reign
But will I get to choose or fate would
Nothing the less I will try what I could 

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