Within grace, my hands bleed.
Pride, strength, pure determination.
All that I need.
In my understanding of work, I have my speed.
Fingers and palms raw.
Following faithfully thought which I believe,
like some do the law.
All I ever had, was my perseverance.
All I ever needed was my self gratification,
making others happy was my destination.
The only time I felt sorrow, was when I failed myself, or my family.
Mind scarred, body marked.
Stained and pained, still pushing on, going strong.
Rage fueled the desire to burn like hellfire.
Fate stared me in the eyes,
death, showed me once, my demise.
Forgotten nightmares, reoccur.
hatred, and shame, still just a blur.
Ravaged the land, raped peaces hand.
Spitting in the face of fallacy.
Working hard to make my stand.
To late it was, to change the past.
All that I regret went by way to fast.
I hate to think of what could have been.
I grow angry at what I’ve seen.
Never shall you hear, any bitching out of me.
I’ll fight to stay a soul that's free.
I will, I can, I am, the one to stand alone! God’s grace I shall see.
Long as my lord is proud.
I’ll remember my Father dressed in flesh,
and my mother’s tears.
Tomorrow will bring less fears,
it will give me another chance to make them proud.
Those I care for, all my peers.
Tormented slightly, twisted, just faintly.
Deranged, demented, I was born, nay, I was torn.
From the womb of the wicked.
Sin from the Father, shower upon my insanity. |
