Winning A Losing Battle

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Winning a Losing Battle

I have lost, and yet I am victorious 

Beaten down to the core, my limbs cut off horrendous

Bleeding from all ways, legless, armless, gagged, one eye remains

Loved one's raped and murdered, they leave me alive as their blood smears me with rain

The killers taunt me, they ejaculate in our names in vain

But they have made a disastrous mistake

Helpless my being has become, their lives have only reached high stakes

Aspired to kill me, but I am already dead the second they acted

Limbs are but a phantom pain, I have my eye, my crooked teeth

My heart, my soul, my mind, they failed to seethed

One opportunity rises, I shall cleanse their world with agony

In this life or the next, I shall abandon morals bestowed by my family

Had I perished this moment I shall be reborn in a world where I reign

A story book of my own, The end always end with my sovereign

A revenge tale? No, a tale of redemption

A dead man who rose from living, has come for your annihilation

Remaining of my body blood coated, Face is stained with their semen

They surround the sound with laughter, I overrun theirs with nothing

Emotionless, a heavy presence you can caress unhurriedly, steadily arriving

A world they have yet to see, run while you still can or execute me, it won't change a thing

I have already won the moment I lost, for you will cease to live when you win mine