Lo, though by your hand was the first wound dealt, By mine shall this torment be brought to an end
Recreant savage, I quiver with anticipation As our reunion draws near
I have relinquished everything
To bring us to this sublime moment
There can be no absolution, no forgiveness For the vile deeds wrought by our hands
Witness the ineffable fulcrum On which our destinies swing.
I will have blood
My crusade is not one of selflessness,
But pure rage and indignation.
I know that my quest for vengeance shall not bring me peace, Though it will bring me joy
To know that you who has wronged me now suffers more than I
You malignant cancer, did you think I would falter after coming so far
Will you beg the same as your brothers Sniveling cowards, choked by remorse
Or are you so blinded by your twisted altruism
A reverent stillness envelopes us all
I wonder, what will remain
Once the dust has settled and blood has dried
As the final breath escapes your putrid lips Though I must forever walk amongst the shadows Your pestilence shall no longer poison this world
There is an honesty in revenge
An undeniable truth in our malice
Let us not hide behind a diluted sense of righteousness We are corrupt
Hate me honestly
Do not deny your unbridled disdain Hate me honestly
As you violently flail in your final throes
I remain resolute in my viciousness.
Lo, though by your hand was the first wound inextricably dealt, By mine shall this torment be brought to its climactic end.