They use you for their own gains,
discard you when they see fit.
Why let them treat you like an object?
Why let them use you to their advantage?
The stage has been set,
the players prepared.
All that's left is your part.
That monster inside,
let it out.
Forget control, let it take over.
This is who you are,
show them what fear means.
They'll cower before you, they'll beg to be spared.
But show
no
mercy.
Destroy every one who thought they could control you.
Kill them all.
Break their minds.
Make them wish for death.
They will fall,
to your hand.
Teach them what it means to be scared.
Thought they could control you,
tried to make you obey.
But you weren't born to serve,
you were born to be served.
You will reign.
You will rule.
Rise to the call inside.
"Destroy," it says.
"Wreck," it says.
Listen. Listen to it.
This is your world,
drenched in blood.
Crowned in victory,
you have won their game.
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Poetry of Death
Poetry"You kept saying that you would never die, that you would live forever. But here you are, and here I am. Isn't it funny? I'm here to take your soul. Did I mention, I love my job? Oh right! I never told you. I'm the reaper who will reap your life." B...
