Iron-clad heroes.

I am led by rules and devastation, for I am beneath the lowest of creation.

And all these men, these women, these iron-clad heroes fall before me in one night, except one.

This one is my toughest oponent, for he will not fall.

Nor shall I enter the mind and destroy from within, for this one wears but one bit of armor, his helmet.

And I am thrashing against the metal, but he is warding me away with a single thought,
a single thought I've yet to hear, a mystery that keeps my struggling, at bay.

This thought that could destroy the very fabrics of my false reality,

for it is etched in the eyes that shine behind the metal grate.

The truth that I won't admit, can't admit.

The truth that, it's all a lie.