THE REQUITAL

THE REQUITAL

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The gift of pain I generously received with no questions whatsoever, The agony and gore from life I endured, Master after Master I served, Less than a human and even lesser than an animal I was. Living day after day with no hope; no zeal; no passion; no ambition, A puppet in the hands of the puppeteers, A rag to be trampled upon by every passerby, The perfect slave I was. But hatred slowly but surely grew within me, Self-loathing at every given chance, I hated myself for being pathetically weak but I hated them more, Little had I known I was slowly but surely becoming one of them, I became more of a monster than they ever were. A weapon of destruction and chaos, Crafted skillfully by vengeance and revenge, Carved in a furnace of fury and rage, Fueled by anger and hate, I AM. One by one I'LL MAKE THEM PAY. A faith worse than death AWAITS THEM ALL. At my mercy, THEY SHALL BE.
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"Everything is an act. My bright smile, my happy face, my friendly attitude. I acted like I was fine when I was in that hell, and I'm doing the same now - I pretend that what happened hasn't affected me. My happy smile is a mask concealing the darkness that has claimed my soul. I pretend I'm okay, but inside I'm dying. And then, all of a sudden, he appeared. For some reason, he started showing me the sweet affection I used to crave. Now... I no longer want nor need it. Emotions are a luxury I can't afford. He calls me an angel, not even realizing the irony of the name. I'm anything but pure. I have fallen and I can't rise."

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