So that’s how it is.
Afterall, you are the hero.
You do what’s best ‘cause you know what’s best.
A hero knows its own well-being, following what’s in that chest.
Cloud your mind with impaired rationality, not accepting reality.
Treat yourself to its compromise and its brutality
because in the end, you’ll finally see:
The deceit, the devil’s mischevious fleet
Floating, charging through your veins,
though its target is the source of your pain.
In knowledge of it all, the adventure is a risk,
As the hero ventures, its heart, not rooted, whisk
With no thought, fulfilling desires, as the heart is brisk.
Label me: Villian, for I bring darkness as you contrive
your foolish plans to abide, drive and strive
toward what brings total death.
I will speak truth to your stubborn ears,
only to lose respect because it’ll steer
you away from your comfort,
For the devil is deep in this flirt.
I will lose because of my role.
This is your story, Hero
I’m just a villian, out of many henchmen
here to deteriorate and condemn
The actual and real offense.
You know what’s best.