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This song is dedicated to the character Light Yagami, also known as Kira, from the series Death Note, and was generated with the help of AI. This is my first attempt to release a musical project in English, an adaptation of my Italian song. Enjoy listening, I hope you like it! Text: A brilliant mind among the schoolroom desks, Before something replaced that dull unrest. From the sky falls a notebook, a gift divine, That will forever alter his fate’s design. Name after name, the damned will fall, Under the pen’s strike, (crushed, one and all). Paper and ink to chase a brand-new dream, To become the god of a world supreme! The shinigami laughs as he watches him rise, As the boy begins to claim his prize. Supreme judge of a land in despair, While the world trembles or praises his flair. From student to god, from righteous to king, The line between good and evil takes wing. Justice is now just a mask he wears, Hiding the truth of the soul he bears. The police hunt him, he dares defy, Like a chess game played beneath the sky. "L" pursues, puts him to the test, But Light has gods to guard his quest. Name after name, the damned will fall, Under the pen’s strike, (crushed, one and all). Paper and ink to chase a brand-new dream, To become the god of a world supreme! Friendship to him is a hollow disguise, Every smile hides schemes in his eyes. Misa dances like a puppet in the dark, A pawn to sacrifice for his ruthless spark. The new world he dreamed to create, Becomes a kingdom he must dominate. Justice turns to ambition’s cold fire, And his heart loses all its desire. (But power corrupts even the purest soul, And his eyes grow darker, no longer whole.) Now his name is among the damned, Under the pen’s strike, (gasping, unmanned). Paper and ink to end his grand dream, From god to martyr of a world supreme! Falls the god of the world he designed, No hero, nor damned, just a boy confined. Only a youth who sought to reshape A world he could never fully escape.