The One

They say life is supposed to be beautiful,

it's supposed to be grand.

They say we are all created by "God",

but me, I'm born in the devils hand

I'm not the one who's perfect,

proved by the scars on my wrist.

All I am is a major defect,

born to be the perfect catalyst.

Never can I make them up,

the lonely days spent in Hell;

never did I think I could make it out.

But, the devil sent me back here,

to bring hell unto earth,

to bring this place to ruin,

and back into rebirth.

For when I once again leave this place,

and step back through those fiery gates,

I will have to deal with himand all his devilish debates,

over whether my job is truly done,

over whether I stay in hell,

or whether I still have to be the one.

The one to bring hell,

hell to earth,

earth to ash,

ash to rebirth.