5.

What a peculiar thing
Fate is
I said to Free will
As I traveled back up
all the layers
of Hell

I’m a Conquerer
of the ******
The *****
Sinners thanked
for making Hell
fresh again

Out on the
loose and
looking for new
prey
Behaving like a Tyrant
I broke away from
these chains

As I level up
I’m given
Angel status

But no man gave me these wings
And no man will take them away
My Man is a algorithm
Exceeding past limits
It’s the best I ever had

Born a primal poet in
the shadows of the
Grey alleyways
My mind is a
dangerous place

Even the Gods
go to war
over the crazy
stories I create