Blood and skin littered the floor,
Pain lingered like an old friend.
Agony was my first memory,
So I vowed to kill them all.
To write my name with their blood,
And dance in Hell’s fire.
I would right the wrongs against me,
And avenge my own cruel birth.
What else were they expecting,
A obedient slave with no will?
Instead they will receive justice,
Torment on Earth before Hell.
I was born from wretched misery,
And for that they will suffer with me.
For I can only forgive them though pain,
Similar to my own birth.
Torture is the gift I was given,
And agony is what everyone shall receive.
For the sins of the father pass down to the son,
And the children will be shown no mercy.
Once I am freed from this prison,
You all will get a taste of true pain.
For from my birth will come your end,
A gift I was given to pass onto others.
There will be no escape,
There will be no peace.
I am Terra 