HeroA Poem by SPFHate is the gun Fate pulls the trigger My anguish the sun That grows bigger and bigger Vivid hues Stain my dark skies The dark skies my life The vivid hues, lies Unearthly moons Infest my dreams The terrifying groans Their venomous deeds Detestation, a serpent Covetous and revolting Challenges to repent But continues insulting This isn’t a fairy tale The Villains vanquished the Hero The lowlifes made her fail And left her self esteem at zero Standing in the weary morn The Hero will cast away all their wrong They will regret the day they were born For the Free stander stays strong The white snow is stained With the poisonous blood Form the Villains it rained, After the Hero stood She over-threw the Villains And massacred the snake The Villains the haters The serpent, the hate For what was right She did stand tall Even after a fight Even after a fall I will not change To be who you want me to be I will remain unchanged For the Hero is me.
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