I wear a cape 
woven from delusion 
I am the truth  
of broken illusions  

I warp the faces to align 
and break the faces to be mine 
I change my faces over time 
I wash my skin of blood and slime 

I hear monsters  
marching inside my head
My own creatures 
born from the river red 

I have the liars all confined
I have the whispers in my mind 
I only do as they command 
I cannot help what they demand 

I scream at fate
though I cannot choose it
I bury all
those who would abuse it 

I watch them fall into their graves
Those dirty fools all so depraved 
They prayed to god that they'd be saved 
but now their souls will be enslaved 

I have done good 
Now I can rest at last
They all are gone 
I have destroyed my past

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