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He's an experiment – a sample,
he's an embodiment of human greed and pride.
His procreators broke the laws of nature
by letting a gluttonous parasite
feed on his flesh and mind, without a care
about what's right, what's wrong and what's a catch,
about his life, about their whole damn Planet...
Their playing God turned out to be a scratch,
that got infected, spreading far and wide
transforming everything into a slaughter house,
and there's no cure, no hideaway in sight,
no buttons "stop", "escape" or "pause"...
He was brought up to be their gladiator:
to fight their wars, to clean their bloody mess,
he was brainwashed to guard his foul creators
under the guise of their benevolence.
He came to be a mad abomination,
the Nemesis the Planet cannot stand,
he is a manufactured tool for desolation,
he is the face of an untimely death.
This man was born to be the villain of the story,
though he's the greatest victim of them all:
his torturers in their race for glory
made something never seen before.
He could have been the Planet's Champion,
but came to be a demon out of Hell,
though still was named the One-Winged Angel,
who lost his mind and soul – and Fell.
He could have been the best the Planet needed,
but he became the worst the world lived through.
He's something terrifying and evoking pity.
He's the Ideal and the Doom.
And every villain needs his knight in shining armor –
one more unfortunate scapegoat of their gods,
who is the Chosen One of Gaia,
without fear and reproach.
And they are locked in their everlasting battle
of wills and skills – with everything they've got.
They both have their debts to settle.
They both are "make or break" of their world.
11/02/2026