If you were a Hero, and I was the Villain, you would win and I would lose.
If you were a Hero and I was the Villain, you would you get the fame and I would get the fault.
If you were a Hero and I was the Villain, you would get a city named after you and I would get bed-time stories created after me.
The Hero is the good guy, the Villain the bad.
But all I ever did was follow my beliefs.
All you ever did was crush them.
Who is really the Hero?
Not you.

A battle,
in a great and terrible war,
fought by man
against the beast
raging inside:
fate decides the day.

Swords were drawn
in the shape
and size
of a needle.

Poisons were flung
in the form
of chemotherapy
and radiation.

Our hero fought valiantly
in the battle
against the beast
cancer.

5 weeks at war,
alas,
the best was victorious.
Cancer was stronger
but our hero
is not forgotten.

Seduced
by the
school
shooter
singing
siren
songs
of
shotgun
blows
to the heart beat 
of the wet American dream.

It's the human interest
horror allegory
The hero doesn't even get
15 minutes

But the shadow has
got a gun fetish
Counting bullets as 
They're counting blessings,
numbered 1-27
3x his pump action 

Light 'em up
***** 'em out 

Some head-sick self-entitled 
monster in a mask
on a mission of mass destruction
Cashed in on their
little tax deductions

The most sacred snuffed out
before the light could become them

It's the darkness that dominates
As the dragon *******
Witch inside
The mind
displacing emotions
away from the art of 
living 
loving 
and losing

You're the submissive
Ascend the divine madness
or find yourself in shackles
in the machinery. 

Humming
hypnotizing
hymns 
of conformity 

Another one's lost his mind
Descended
And the scapegoat 
is mental illness

We all know, 
The media is the medium
is the message
The subliminal secret passage
to the shared skewed subconscious
Planting ideas of bloodshed
Like evidence in the 
Bodies of specific demographics 

Demonize
Pack the prisons

Capitalize
And cut the blood losses

Here we are now
Hopeless
It makes for great entertainment

Slipping through lives
Jittering through motions
Sliding over eggshells
Breaking quiet for motivation

Keep yelling
We're listening
And watching you trap yourself under your words

Keep fighting
We're not moving
We're watching you retreat like the snake you know you are

Don't bite yourself
When you slither in a circle

Claude Frollo—a man deeply entwined in the lies which he tragically assures himself,
possessing a self-righteous Messiah complex that he uses to assert himself and his followers—to the point of horror and tragedy