Oh Lord Sitri,
I may not know my limits, but I burn every candle for you.
Look into my mind—see the light I’ve offered,
Mountains and valleys filled with flames, all for you.
I don’t know if this is love or desire.
I don’t know if I’m meant to love one or many.
But right now, I choose to focus on myself.
Don’t let me fall behind in front of the world.
I worship the dark lord of strength and manhood.
Being “normal” doesn’t suit me anymore.
Make me rise above the rest.
Turn me into the beast you’ve always wanted—
A ruler of the weak, but one who helps them grow.
Make the cowards envy me.
Let my friends look up to me with pride.
Let me shine as a symbol of your power.
Fill me with your poison, make me your weapon.
And when the time is right, I’ll spread your name.
Those who spoke badly about me—
Let their faces turn pale with shame.
Make me a protector,
One who still longs for emotional support.