waked up in night, judging myself through the broken mirror,
to deliver the msg from the ideal,
tat am leading my way to the ruined castle,
may be its sat-urns wish or cross will for my faiths re-birth on him.
no god gained his divine until he un-dresses him,
suicide is key to the glory, devil says tat he passed me frm hell to earth, coz am a betrayer of cross,
am just an vital men in devils dress designed to be his successor, instead I played mine own part, while my actions causes them trouble's,
so he dares to tak me back, both lord n demons are truely friendly in nature,
no one loves to live in dis nature coz it aint beautiful, we just gt adopt to it
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