VILLIAN

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they think me a killer.

call me a nightmare.

why be anything less to them

if not to impair?


believe me a monster?

say I'm the sinner?

if this life is a game

then call me the winner.


you fools will never see

the world for its truth. 

how it damages us

and poisons our youth.


i'm doing you a favor,

unveiling the mask.

the things you avoid

by downing your flask.


wake up now!

open your eyes!

be truly awake,

not awake in disguise!


this world is dying.

me at fault or not.

the human race has left

nothing to do but rot.




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