Among the roses where I stand,
torn and scratched disguised by blood,
I watch the puppets stagger in their unlife,
caught in the web of perplexity
'I glorify myself
I glorify myself for who I am
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for what I am'
Screams of frustration echo,
while my feet walk across the shells of the damned
In these realms of demise,
where life seeks its mark
Listen to my laughter,
high upon the wind
I walk the path of my choice,
trampling those who seek to stand in my way
A bright glowing star,
shines almost invisible,
down into the crypts in the city of worms,
where life pursues in darkness
This is my life,
and I rightfully praise myself for my accomplishments
My intellect guides me,
as my life ceaselessly progresses |
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