Lucifer hates the world

Im a poet who dwells in sadness
all the is gloom is my ally
i see only the stain in pieces of paper
and exaggerate when i write
when they are wrong and i am right
my ego says its much safer
to be cunning and to never lie
and avoid the worlds kindness
when people bow to a highness
gain nothing but a slavish cry
dares not to draw his sabre
im left here in my impius rite