Some villains are born evil, some are forced into it, and some embrace it wholeheartedly.
It is by choice I take an evil path; By choice I'll pay my price when it falls due. Until that day, I'll not forget to laugh, And live the more because my days are few. I worry not about my coming fate. Perhaps I'll die; I'd go without regret. Perhaps for death I'll years in boredom wait. I only know I'll honour what is set. Until that day, I'll show the world I'm mad. I'll paint the cities pink! I'll weave the roads! I'll start a truly stupid clothing fad; Fill every thirteenth mailbox with toads. I'll stories leave, for those who do not die, And all who come to read them will ask "Why?!"