I live in a crazy world with a claim to normality
Only a fool can be normal
Im surrounded by baseness, but I retain purity of thought.
In my heart lives justice, that destroys enemies thought
Im Hamlet, my song is crazy, to be or not to be?
But I choose not to be a bunch of crap
Im me banner has been written: “better to die than to fall into evil”
How to preserve the purity of evil in the world?
My God, the supreme Justice, it is to preserve the purity of my sword.
What a pity It’s a shame, i'we destived to be happy, darling left the desire of –the- heart,of my heart
//I’m Madman, finding wisdom in a conversation with the ghost.//
I’m the swort of Justice in hands of providence.
Grim Moon reglected on my blame
I have an evil fate for the traitors and scoundrels
To be or not to be?
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