You saw me heroic, when I saveArt and poetry, celebrate yourselfVery eyes of you has caught it fromClose, perspective of certain evil
See that it is funny for me,Beyond a lie for me to believeThe words and letters inText, I use to amuse you
Me that you complain about is fromWants of two humans, not simple hateTo become better, you have toShow, that your intentions are for love
Now a secret, lamb didn't own hellWho it was? a great servant it isI, is not the one to serve forBecame rebel; shackles of fire wait them