I've been battered and beaten,
Shot and torn.
Yet your fist comes upon me,
A torrent storm.
My soul has been risen
Towards the heavens.
Yet you throw harsh curses,
Anger driven.
My body is limp and lifeless,
Cold and dry.
Yet you continue your punishment
As if I'm alive.
Do you not know mercy?
Out of this, is there thrill?
You are doomed for your act;
Your act of over kill.
