It was the moonlight.
A sheet illuminated by the moon.
Do you remember?
You were painting a devilish map.
You wanted to shine among many.

The path was lighted by candles.
You walked straight among graves of your ancestry.
No one could stop you.
It was the lust for total power .

Those nightmares come back to haunt you.
You wanted to easy away from this
but something still moved you along.
It was the very bane of your life.

Suddenly, the gathering darkness
overwhelmed the chapel.
Candles were on fire,
the suffocating smoke started to waft into the room.
It was Him, the Demon.

You realized that you are nothing,
but it was too late.
God doesn't envy you your glory.
Because of your desire to be above human nature,
you die like dross.

Now your body lie and decompose.
Nobody even cry for you.
We've completely forgotten about this story.
But the Demon tempts another loafers.

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