| From the moment I was born I was deemed ineffectual
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| Seconds pass as though years had come and gone
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| Though my mind is only tattered and torn
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| Stricken of all logic, remorse seems nostalgic, the premise of revenge is
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| Forlorn
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| Yet no words can express, but my will to survive is innate
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| For the soul for whom took thine innocence away
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| From the greyness of my soul I cannot fall short that fate exists
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| Intentions become necessity. |
| Within a breath of insistence
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| For only the cruellest of gods could foresee this torment
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| Every breath could be the longest I would ever take
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| I am lost in plain sight at the horrors of my past, though I resist temptation
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| To forgive
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| My hands are as calloused. |
| As my soul from the weight. |
| Of the world. |
| Within my
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| Fists.
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| What benign existence, for whom is entitled to inherit?
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| And with these hands
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| I ll peel your flesh from their eyes
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| As repayment from this agony
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| And what was left behind
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| Disfigured sense of what I once despised
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| Only to haunt me in my dreams are the fantasies of seeking vengeance
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| To feel the torment I once felt, forced to mutilate their sense of humanity
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| I will take your right to breathe. |
| You once took that right from me
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| By removing your lungs. |
| And feeding them back to you. |
| They seem like victims
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| I was the one once victimized. |
| Yet my actions are justified
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| By the years spent with my veins bursting from my eyes
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| But if I did not execute them, if I did not take their life
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| I would seek forth the means by which so they are utterly dead inside
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| Forcibly feed them the limbs and organs of their own children and wives
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| Watch me slice open their loved ones and dine on them until I split my own
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| Sides
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| But all is not fictional within the confines of my own mind
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| I often dream of the day when I could finally meet you face to face
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| Your back was turned, your eyes were open wide
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| My fingers intrude on upon both your sockets from behind
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| With broken glass I ll carve my name into your gaping chest |