Nobody: No One's Theme

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Devine as a god, sinful as demons. A pawn that just wants to see this game end. Player in this game who simply views. A pawn of destroyers and savior of worlds. Nothing but a flicker walking through crowds.

They call me a nobody. They call me evil. They call me a hero, and call me a villain. I am none of these things, for I am but a pawn. I am nobody.

The power of Heaven, the power of Hell. I can be stronger, but nobody would care. As sly as a demon, handsome as can be, ugly as a skeleton, a criminal set free.

I could be anyone. I can be everyone, but I can't be myself.

As sinful as the author. As strong as the pen. A slayer of writers, a forgiving friend. A blind follower, destroyer of plot. A fourth wall breaker, who of you know not.

You have yet to see, the things that I have seen. Let me show you, a little peak.

A forgotten son, a vengeful wife, an alternate ending, all willing to fight. All of them pawns, who were removed from the game. This is the game we are forced to play.

I will always fight, for those who he left. I will only fight, until I bring them here.

I will be everyone I must, but nobody at all. Always just a pawn, who shall save his world.

Higher than the Heavens, beneath Hell itself. My world is everywhere, but doesn't exist. None of it matters, cause when this pawn is done, he shall be destroyed, this is what he wants.

As happy as can be, angry as Hatred. Logical as Edgar, and madder than him. All the faces I wear, they all mask the pain. I wear all these masks for I have no face.

This is nobody's theme. So why are you reading? This theme does not exsist, just as I shouldn't.

As depressed as Reaper, insecure as Gen. Suicidal as Uncannoned  (yes I've seen him. I read his book.) My story is pain, under my mask, now if you'll excuse me, here nobody's theme ends.

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