It's my name.
It's my title.
It's my identity.
It's my insignia.
An awful mark,
That's what it is.
A permanent stamp,
To show no meaning.
Zero purpose.
Zero meaning.
Zero heart.
Zero feeling.
A two doesn't matter.
Zero squared is still nothing…
I have no purpose.
Put me out of my pain.
A pink puffball came,
Along with a fairy,
With crystal in hand,
Had come to kill me.
He shot crystals in my eye.
He shot crystals at my head.
He shot crystals at my tail.
And then I was dead.
I look back at the duo in pink,
And I don't feel anger, remorse, or pain.
Because they're the heroes
Who defeated my name.
And for that I thank thee,
Because now I am free...
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