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.