Leaving The Grave of Submission

I've collapsed under the weight of humiliation,

Trampled on and despoiled by the vilest creatures;

They've put on my face the mask of weak submission

And concealed behind smiles the inflicted tortures.

They've long thrown on my dull eyes a deceptive veil

Then they've battered to death the depths of my spirit;

They've laid on my bemused brow a long and black nail

And written with bloody letters the word : CULPRIT.

But the shroud of lies has been torn by frustration

And now I can see the essence of my real life;

I want to pierce the skies of annihilation,

A never-ending vengeance I will take to wife.

I want to bury them in the grave of their filth

And feed my new hopes on their decaying corpses;

My empire will arise from their dead-end faith,

At last I'll feel the flame of my bullied wishes.