Hades // King of the dead

Wasn't raised by the gods 

So I lowered myself 

Give me some credit because I raised myself well

Give you some credit because you gave me hell

I grew from the ashes 

I dont speak I yell 

King of the dead so the school must hate me 

2019 and you still can't save me

You have everything you seek 

But I have the girl 

Persephone the queen 

To my underworld 

Elder to you

My brother Zeus 

I wrote you this poem 

To tell you my truth


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