A Victim's Rage
The cries of innocence
-unheard?
Vicious cycle
turned inward;
a mirage of self-defeat.
Taken from
a child's embrace;
Damn this soul,
ignorance can't excuse,
blind to the existence-
darkness ensued.
The clock's hand
turns with a hammer's beat;
how my heart entreats:
stop this solitude,
induced pain;
endless nights
filled with tears in vain:
for this dream
always ends the same.
Whispers carried
upon the wind,
"must stop him!
must kill him!"
Unsheathe the blade-
Heaven forgive,
the hatred looms
my soul enshrouds.
With one quick slash,
death much to quick,
to atone-
to repay;
his death is little
for him to pay.
Rip his heart out,
destroy his mind-
erase this blacked soul.
Eternity
to burn and purge,
a heart of evil-
a hearth so cold.
But tell me-
can my sin be forgiven?
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