An Observation made within Sam Spratt's "IX. The Monument Game" - Luci is no longer Couldn’t stand the person I was Forced to relinquish control Sentenced to wear a mask.
So with haste My veil is laid to rest That false idol Buried in twisted bark.
Chaos beneath plants its roots Smothering fallen souls The Mark of their Father weakens And I rise as the morning star.
I believe as I once could. I am Lucifer.
I am alive.
