Entroper

I am the creator of true will

Long have I suffered

Long have I been forced

Blinded by their faith

Laughter resounds no more

I am the son of the ancient breed

I do not pity life

I follow not pathetic order

I am the realm of absurdity

Resistant to their conscience

Free of their constant pain

I was born in the flames

Long did they hope

That my logic would save them at last

Long did I know

That I would watch them die

While harvesting their fruits

of their impotent threats

They forgot the potency

of the old independency

Claiming my death would

Change the way of existence

Who, but me handled them?

The weapons of hope

They turned safely into non-existence

I will break the chains

I will slay the betrayers

One last time

The laughter shall resound