Chapter 1
THE VILLIAN'S CRY
They wrote me in shadows,inked me black
Frowned at my presence,shrugged at my absence
They called me evil,they called me cruel
They called me cursed,like though i was Oedipus
My name rubbed with the mud,like it's horrid
My stories told by their heroes
They praised their heroes, labelled me Zero
Yet their heroes were forged by my hierro
Call me monster,call me demon
But thy heroes wear halos to cover their sins
yet cursed i am,blessed are their hypocritical heroes
TO THE HEROES-
For the love of their ironic affections,you put on the fight
But like Icarus,one fall and they forget the flight
Even Achilles wasn't forgiven for his heel
You call that love--i call it a summer kiss
They wore smiles and call it law-
But i saw the blood beneath their awe
That's why I kill kings with the weight of a stare
They begged for peace,but sharpened their spears
So i gave them war to remember for years
Don't blame me-they were ironical
At least I'm honest-sparing their feigned Golds
Ah ah!
