Endless cries carry the shattered soul

Bliss is gone, the end is nigh.

And they called me a monster

I, as a monster,

will look upon my crimes

and try as night falls

After many nights have passed

they themselves will become the monsters

they saw me as.

From their ranks they will look upon me

and shout, "Save us."

As I orchestrate my plans

and create my organization of twilit souls

I shall look down and whisper,

"No."

For I, your monster

have evolved into another monster

that you shall call

"The Master Planner"