He lived for only one thing;
To pacify the others,
For he knew d**h was the tranquility
He was living to give the peace to them.
He called himself the savior
But the others called him the slayer.
He was taking their lives
What really meant to exist though?
What would bring to live in this painful world?
He knew that there wasn't much to live for
That all about "the creation" was nonsense
And knew, the only meaningful thing was d**h during their lives
In this world full of wretchedness, abjectness
Where loneliness extinguished
Where the people decayed with suffering.
Yes he was the savior
Although the others weren't aware
Although they didn't know
He was a savior