A wretch born into darkness, a deviant betrayed by society.
A soul squashed by brutish hands, potential squandered day by day.
A believer of nothing, an enchanter of the broken.
An inciter of riot, a conductor of chaos.
A maestro of madness, a symphony of destruction.
A creation of your cruelty, the result of an unjust system.
My succession is your demise, my brutality is your punishment.
I rise to my thrown, you descend to your grave.
Go on, tell us a joke. It’s out turn to laugh now.
Let’s carve a smile into that face.
Heretic Secrets 
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