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