In the depths of darkness, a soul was born again
But it was not a soul of light, it was not a soul of men
It was the soul of a sociopath, devoid of empathy and care
A creature of manipulation, with a heart beyond repair

Born again was the sociopath's sin
A twisted mind, filled with greed and revenge
No remorse or regret, just a thirst for control
A puppet master pulling strings, playing a sinister role

In the shadows, they lurk, plotting their next move
A master of deception, a player in the game of love
But their love is a facade, a mask they wear well
A cold, calculated charade, leading others to hell

They feed on the weak, their prey unaware
Of the...