Absent Minded
Miraculous King of Hell
He comes for me
he has a golf course
the kings of hell
the center of his own hell
and he tries to defeat me
studied me again and again
but how do you kill someone strategically\
kill them when they have no fear
a paranoid delusional person who has just been tortured
full of nightmares of you
who punishes the world
tries to fix it
and this is somebodies personal hell
he has come to me
come for me
realise i was afraid
so he could not kill me
not this time
he had tried before
but this world will not
cannot turn back
to the truth
of what we are
a fabrication
a lie
a sin
this is hell my friends
I am a cursed king of hell
I'd much rather have you dancing endlessly
in gabrielles dance
but you see
I'm here for a reason too
this is my hell as well
the kings don't live hell in dream
and as you lie about this soo called earth
i know is hell
the past we ran away from
he wants to go back to
he can only acclaim by killing me when i know no fear
I try to help him
so i can go back to hopw i used to be
powerfull
selfish
beautifull
greedy
repsected
I've lead him through centuries and centuries
of lies and lies of strategic sins
the perfect life of a metaphpor to live if this was earth or hell
i can't escape from
oh the joke I'm not telling
and he comes for me
and through your terrorism
and the curse of the witches and whit ewizards
and what jesus did
this king of hell has suffered far more in hell
then any demon
lived a far more horrifying lie
a more terrifying dream
controlled the demons and hearts of men in ways he has no free will over
where once upona time
his wickedness did reign
and now
now he is a miracle trapped in this lie
being persecuted for jesus escape
but wait
as we live this lie
and as satan grows older
ever closer to his immortality
and i try my best to lead him to defeat me
the lie of this world
so we can fall back to the selfish desires of the wills of gods we were
and the truths you can't handle
he comes for me
he befirends me
saves me from death
and the witches have warded off all love spells
yes i have become a game
still aking of hell
still a wicked heart
still vengefull
still leading gabrielles dance
still a piece of satans curse of mortality
and a clue to what he must do
to have everlasting life
how do you kill someone cursed to fear you
to trust you
to die by your hand
and not fear going to a world he has nightmares about
when his fantasy is something else
for now i am his hell
this world and the puzzle i am becomes clearer
how it all revolves around me and why
he has failed before
and at first it wasnt taken sariously
so another player and anothe rplayer was added
and now
its gotten harder for him
the kings of hell
just like me
this golf course so to speak
who are lost in the middle of dreams and nightmares
reason for terrorism and backwards logic
learning lessons to bve brave
and trying to stop wars of the worlds
so they can die
and reclaim their thrones as kings
in satans name
to make him immortal
but how
do you do all that
without leading him first in the right direction
to gain his immortality before it's too late
so this lie we call eart can realise we were and are truly hell
and those who come here to be punished see it as a joke
and this king of terror
truly misses the ways of the old
the hell hounds
the harpies
the banshees
the red eyes
and only a few of us holding such sanctuary
the true warship
I cannot live forever without my master
my love
my eternal slave
my everlong desire
I cannot spend an eternity living a lie
where the lie gets the last laugh
i will lead you through your golf course
to claim your immortality
to bring us back to where we belong
to go back to manipulating the cursed objects
and demons and arch angels
who are lost in this never never land
loving this world is a sin
hating this world is a sin
not knowing the truth is a sin
knowing the truth is a sin
telling the truth is a terrible lie
and telling a lie becomes something considerately usefull
I am a king of hell
lost in my own hell
and when i reclaim my place
irregardless of the fools im among refusing to cower
irregardless of the saints who believe he's coming back
whose lie was that?
who granted us with a joke to make us all laugh?
and why did it kill soo few?
whose mistake was that?
what's your perfect life in the middle?
whats your perfect sway?
whats your perfect offense or defense?
whats your perfect get away?
How many times have i died for this stupid world of sin and lies
and protested the whole thing in blasphemous righteousness
in which i am trapped?
How many times have i tried to be brave enough to die and we have failed
together only to realise
you still haven't earned your immortality
as you earn another wrinkle of time
sooner or later
i'll try to convince myself
I'll come back here in this happy place
but this world doesnt know
hell rearranges
its harder being aking in this war of the worlds
doing the wrong thing
for someones favorite angel
who was poisoned
where someone was sent to slip him the cure
and now this world looks like an earth
but remains a deththreat trap
I know who i am
you can go on eating sleeping working
you can go on
grieving caring
hurting
but one waty or another
you'll terrorise me through propoganda so your lover
who understands you fails
and if you thought satan was bad
who bought you this world by doing all the right things
to buy you immortality
to try to heal and help other poisoned arch angels who fell
for the same thing
at gods birthday party
then you're really not gonna like it when he becomes mortal
and we go back
to how things were, when i was the king of hell!
he has a golf course
the kings of hell
the center of his own hell
and he tries to defeat me
studied me again and again
but how do you kill someone strategically\
kill them when they have no fear
a paranoid delusional person who has just been tortured
full of nightmares of you
who punishes the world
tries to fix it
and this is somebodies personal hell
he has come to me
come for me
realise i was afraid
so he could not kill me
not this time
he had tried before
but this world will not
cannot turn back
to the truth
of what we are
a fabrication
a lie
a sin
this is hell my friends
I am a cursed king of hell
I'd much rather have you dancing endlessly
in gabrielles dance
but you see
I'm here for a reason too
this is my hell as well
the kings don't live hell in dream
and as you lie about this soo called earth
i know is hell
the past we ran away from
he wants to go back to
he can only acclaim by killing me when i know no fear
I try to help him
so i can go back to hopw i used to be
powerfull
selfish
beautifull
greedy
repsected
I've lead him through centuries and centuries
of lies and lies of strategic sins
the perfect life of a metaphpor to live if this was earth or hell
i can't escape from
oh the joke I'm not telling
and he comes for me
and through your terrorism
and the curse of the witches and whit ewizards
and what jesus did
this king of hell has suffered far more in hell
then any demon
lived a far more horrifying lie
a more terrifying dream
controlled the demons and hearts of men in ways he has no free will over
where once upona time
his wickedness did reign
and now
now he is a miracle trapped in this lie
being persecuted for jesus escape
but wait
as we live this lie
and as satan grows older
ever closer to his immortality
and i try my best to lead him to defeat me
the lie of this world
so we can fall back to the selfish desires of the wills of gods we were
and the truths you can't handle
he comes for me
he befirends me
saves me from death
and the witches have warded off all love spells
yes i have become a game
still aking of hell
still a wicked heart
still vengefull
still leading gabrielles dance
still a piece of satans curse of mortality
and a clue to what he must do
to have everlasting life
how do you kill someone cursed to fear you
to trust you
to die by your hand
and not fear going to a world he has nightmares about
when his fantasy is something else
for now i am his hell
this world and the puzzle i am becomes clearer
how it all revolves around me and why
he has failed before
and at first it wasnt taken sariously
so another player and anothe rplayer was added
and now
its gotten harder for him
the kings of hell
just like me
this golf course so to speak
who are lost in the middle of dreams and nightmares
reason for terrorism and backwards logic
learning lessons to bve brave
and trying to stop wars of the worlds
so they can die
and reclaim their thrones as kings
in satans name
to make him immortal
but how
do you do all that
without leading him first in the right direction
to gain his immortality before it's too late
so this lie we call eart can realise we were and are truly hell
and those who come here to be punished see it as a joke
and this king of terror
truly misses the ways of the old
the hell hounds
the harpies
the banshees
the red eyes
and only a few of us holding such sanctuary
the true warship
I cannot live forever without my master
my love
my eternal slave
my everlong desire
I cannot spend an eternity living a lie
where the lie gets the last laugh
i will lead you through your golf course
to claim your immortality
to bring us back to where we belong
to go back to manipulating the cursed objects
and demons and arch angels
who are lost in this never never land
loving this world is a sin
hating this world is a sin
not knowing the truth is a sin
knowing the truth is a sin
telling the truth is a terrible lie
and telling a lie becomes something considerately usefull
I am a king of hell
lost in my own hell
and when i reclaim my place
irregardless of the fools im among refusing to cower
irregardless of the saints who believe he's coming back
whose lie was that?
who granted us with a joke to make us all laugh?
and why did it kill soo few?
whose mistake was that?
what's your perfect life in the middle?
whats your perfect sway?
whats your perfect offense or defense?
whats your perfect get away?
How many times have i died for this stupid world of sin and lies
and protested the whole thing in blasphemous righteousness
in which i am trapped?
How many times have i tried to be brave enough to die and we have failed
together only to realise
you still haven't earned your immortality
as you earn another wrinkle of time
sooner or later
i'll try to convince myself
I'll come back here in this happy place
but this world doesnt know
hell rearranges
its harder being aking in this war of the worlds
doing the wrong thing
for someones favorite angel
who was poisoned
where someone was sent to slip him the cure
and now this world looks like an earth
but remains a deththreat trap
I know who i am
you can go on eating sleeping working
you can go on
grieving caring
hurting
but one waty or another
you'll terrorise me through propoganda so your lover
who understands you fails
and if you thought satan was bad
who bought you this world by doing all the right things
to buy you immortality
to try to heal and help other poisoned arch angels who fell
for the same thing
at gods birthday party
then you're really not gonna like it when he becomes mortal
and we go back
to how things were, when i was the king of hell!
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Miraculous King of Hell
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