Our Shadowed World
In this world where tyrants walk
And naming someone "friend" means nothing
The sky itself has turned the color of blood
From Despair, pain has become the coin of self-worth
The more you inflict, the wealthier you become
Some dark god must've created this place...
Tearing souls out from the light,
Incarnating them into matter
In order to bind them unto the wheel
Just so it could teach that depth is weakness
While fickled shallowness shall be rewarded
Fear is the master and ruler
Controlling each and every action
Be ever-afraid of anyone rising above you
And stomp them down at the slightest inclination
For if they begin to shine,
They could strip away the Lies that hold this hell together
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