My soul cries for vengeanceA Poem by SeraphicRetribution, I’ll bear you on my shoulders We’ll deliver death like soldiers I’ll bear you to higher heights With you strapped at my back We’ll spit in the eyes of the gods With cruelty in our eyes My soul cries for vengeance
The world treats me like a stranger As an avenger, I’ll be the herald of death Tenacious in my purpose Unscrupulous in my methods Vengeance, an act of justice Untrue for it ruthlessness, merciless in my vengeance My soul cries for vengeance
I’ve known what true pain is I’ve grown to cherish it The suppress rage flowing through my veins The cold anger, ever pulsing in my heart The chains of death, I leave in my wake Danger is my passion, heartless and without love My soul cries for vengeance
In atonement for the wrongs of centuries Fires of rage laying desolation to countries Delving in darkness among my entries Calling unfairness restitution Betrayers claiming compensation My only love is retribution My soul cries for vengeance
My own blood holds the dagger of betrayal With ill intent and glee As he murdered my parents I stood and watch in silence My emotions fled from me The unfathomable hate in my eye Will make the gods reel in shock My soul cries for vengeance
I trade only in cold metal To the gates of hell, I’ll take you to battle In the face of death, I scream deviance With my trademark in my left hand And the horn of finality in my right Sounding the payment of my debtors My soul cries for vengeance
Tears rained down my eyes The ever flowing tears Nay, not from heartfelt emotions But from the pleasure I take in their torment The joy that fills me in their demise It’s a wonder how the pitiless weeps My soul cries for vengeance
The deeds of man is folly They lust after the worldly The world is full of the unholy Reality is an illusion for the dastardly Repentance of sin is hardly Forgiveness is out of my vocabulary Fantasies of dreamers is ghostly My soul cries for vengeance
As a hapless child, Forsaken by the gods Grieving for the slaughter of relatives Alone in this hopeless world Surrounded by malicious eyes It was then I met the master poisoner Who lied in every word My soul cries for vengeance
Lured by the sweetness of his words Not knowing his ill intents Experiments after experiments Being used like a guinea pig Till death closed his grasp on me Surviving by will alone To repay the wrongness I’ve suffered My soul cries for vengeance
Sometimes regretting being ever born Sometimes feeling unwanted in this world Sometimes wanting to take my own life In the deepest of the night Waking from terrifying nightmares Crawling again and again into the deepest hole To weep and despair for the unfairness of the world The feeling of madness creeping over me My soul cries for vengeance
Betrayal after betrayal Witnessing the death of one love one after the other Until my heart died I gave my heart to her In coldblooded brutality she died with it Love is a terrible thing to afford Survival is for the meanest They will surely bite first Deadly in their stung My soul cries for vengeance
I swear on the life that flows through my blood I swear on the light of the ever burning sun In the graveyard of my kinsmen I took the oath of the condemned Bounded with the sword and blood Ghosts trailing my every shadow Hoping for the ritual of release My soul cries for vengeance
I’ve been tortured too much Thus, I made pain the concoction for my strength To wake every morning to taste its bitter taste Surrounded by my enemies Left with only one choice To turn my weakness into my strength With the eye of an avenger, I look on this world My soul cries for vengeance
The wickedness of man is horrendous To watch a friend hanged with his own entrails Hardening my resolve and indifference To show such wickedness that will rival the gods To do the unthinkable crime The unforgettable lessons imprinted in me My soul cries for vengeance
My only weapon is my knowledge I wield it with indisputable craftiness I trained my body to its limits To perfect the skills of taking life I’ll spit on the grave of my haters I’ll write my own epitaph The emptiness in my heart ever remaining empty Satisfaction flees from me Happiness is something I can never have My soul cries for vengeance © 2012 Seraphic |
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