THE REQUITAL

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.