Terminal - A Hero A Fake

I hope this message finds you well

And helps you understand my decision

Today I leave the only world I have ever called home

Not for glory

Travel the path of demons

To spare the hands of yourself

Travel the path of demons

To bring sorrow to this land

Travel the path of demons

To end your own pain

Travel the path of demons

He crossed the line this morning

Brought the abomination with him

He crossed the line this morning

Destroy the way to return

I can picture you in your garden

Surveying all you have created

All I have preserved

And I curse the destruction of this place

A plague on this place

Destruction to your garden

I’m trapped

On a beautiful, empty world

(Beautiful, empty world!)

Its inhabitants

Well worth the effort

They are special

Well worth the effort it took to build one final gate

I can picture you in your garden

Surveying all you have created

All I have preserved

And i curse the destruction of this place

A plague on this place

Destruction to your garden