Respected and love by everyone in town
Be a street vendor or a gleeful clown
A royal blood and bad to the bone
Address as young master
And a king they can call their own
But a silent scream of endless agony
From the darkness of Dressrossa's atone
Secretly the evil Joker of the underground zone
The Heavenly Demon he is also known
Set free to sit upon the throne
With a thousand lives he has taken all alone
His black heart that hard as a stone
Screams in silent frightful tone:
I want more, be a thousand children
Or a helpless Sloanes!
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