I made an action happen and wish it to be true.
When I make people love, love pours through my own veins,
And when it comes to hate, my hate will cause me pains.
My laughter will echo stuck between the pages,
The sorrow I wrote in would rest there through the ages.
The good soul and the bad guy, I’ll tangle them together,
They will fight their battle no shorter than forever.
I’ll make night everlasting, the sun will mean my hope,
And every single trouble must be a slippery slope.
I might just make you bleed or wander down to hell,
But when it comes to ending, I’ll make sure all ends well.