Thinking of days long gone

Of youth that was stolen from my soul

I cannot forgive, their spirit too heavy a toll

Angered and rebellious my thoughts linger on.

 

Ripeness corrupted by envy and small victories

Thus, most men walk this uniformly crooked path

Last humans or zombies lacking any wrath

Sedated, we forget our little merry histories.

 

But here hears my roar full of hate

My cries are not too late

Though our enemy is indeed great

Your childish joy still wants to create!