C⦶me f⦶ll⦶w me int⦶ the light, With y⦶ur eye, Bearing sight t⦶ The last tragedy. Because I'm with y⦶u in the light, With y⦶ur eye, Shining bright f⦶r Twilight reverie, Can't y⦶u see? C⦶me f⦶ll⦶w me int⦶ the light, With y⦶ur sight, And the fr⦶st as The path t⦶ pr⦶ceed. Because I'm with y⦶u in the light, With y⦶ur sight, And I'll sh⦶w y⦶u h⦶w Str⦶ng y⦶u can be, S⦶⦶n y⦶u'll see.
They will never find what's left of you. No one will be impressed.
Y⦶u carry fire in y⦶ur heart. ⦶r perhaps merely ice s⦶ c⦶ld that it burns. Y⦶u are str⦶ng. I wish f⦶r a w⦶rld where y⦶u can attain y⦶ur every dream. Even the dream ⦶f my destructi⦶n. Let the Angel guide y⦶ur way.
...Oh you really know fucking nothing, don't you. I'm cackling in real life as I'm typing this, you have no idea what you're messing with. So, shall I? Guide my own path, I mean? I hear Light players are supposed to be pretty good at that. You really want to see why they call me that so bad? Or are you just fucking around at the bottom of a dumpster, ignorant to the magnitude of how badly you're about to find out?
I kn⦶w what y⦶u are, as I kn⦶w what I am. We are the same, yet we are n⦶thing alike, and this is why the versi⦶n ⦶f y⦶u within the universe I reside will be a c⦶mp⦶nent. My g⦶al is t⦶ bring heaven. N⦶ m⦶re suffering. N⦶ m⦶re pain. N⦶ m⦶re fear. N⦶ m⦶re c⦶nsequence. N⦶ m⦶re hatred. The ends will justify the means.