I climbed from nothing, ash and grin, A deal well cut, a game I win. No heaven’s light, no mortal grace— Just hunger carved into my face. They call it evil, call it sin, But never see the math within. Because survival always bends The rules the righteous think defend. A kingdom built on pain and trade, Where every promise gets repaid. And I became what I was taught— A king of things that cannot rot. I am the deal you can’t undo, The voice that always sees right through. Call me monster — I’ll agree, But I still run this carefully. Tell me I’m lost — I’ve heard it all, I built my rise from every fall. If I’m the devil in their lore… I still make sure I want more. Because Hell is just a shifting thing, A crown, a knife, a bargaining. And every soul I take or spare Is just another move laid bare. But power doesn’t make you whole, It just replaces what you stole. And somewhere under all my schemes… There’s something closer to a dream. Not mercy, no — don’t get it wrong, But something older, buried long. A need to matter, be defined… Not just a ruler made of grind. I am the smile behind the pain, The logic dressed as sharp disdain. Call me clever — I’ll play that role, Even as it eats my soul. Say I’m fine — I’ll let it stand, While I reshape what I command. If I am king of fire and bone… Then I am still completely alone. What is power without trust? What is loyalty turned to dust? If I rule Hell but can’t belong… Then what was right and what was wrong? I built empires out of fear, But fear is thin when no one’s near. And every throne I sit upon Feels like a joke I can’t move on. So I grin — Through the chaos, through the flame, Through a world that knows my name. Not a hero, not divine… Just a man who learned to sign. And if I fall… let it be clear— I ruled a hell that kept me here.
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