And now I present to you

And now I see it clearly
But not so much as to deny
I don the garb and seethe
And fear honesty like death

I am a deity
I presume
And death follows with him
I will not fucking do that

Singing of the last
I was the first to come
I became anger incarnate
I punch the indigent

Sorrow and remorse
I decide were overrated
The silver rained to the Muse
Suddenly we disappeared

I enjoyed it very much
Thank you
Now it is time to greet death.