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To the innocent boy who suffered too much,

To the ball of sunshine that lost his light,

To the god of death who is the key to this all,

I part these words to you as we fall.

Not a single soul uttered a word back then,

When worlds collided and the end began.

The boy who changed and will shift once again,

Became the start of the beginning of the world's end.

All identity lost and a fraud took place,

For the sake of the plan that his light had prayed.

Turning his back to the ones he held dear,

He despaired all alone covered in shadows and fear.

Entangled in the loneliness that fans out endlessly,

Stung by the memory of smiling so innocently,

After fate unraveled the monster deep within him,

Breaking the unbreakable, he bequeathed his seraphim.

With their lives in a birdcage full of thorns and fire,

The truth creeps out as the king reveals hisself,

And now the wheels of fate desires to play once again,

With a prize of a fool's crown for the greedy men.

The failure shall perish, the victor might live,

But without any doubt, the toll of death will be paid.

For the game of fate is never fun,

And there will be no exceptions, even if you hide and run.