Finally Born Again
In the darkest times, I slumber.
I awaken, and I wonder.
Why I feel the scalding sun.
As it revives the fallen blood.
Oh, my essence is replenished.
My oppressor's lives are finished.
I rise above my coffin.
Where I was buried and forgotten.
My victim's eyes in peril.
As I attack with vengeance, feral.
My followers are enlightened.
As the filthy ones are smited.
Buildings collapse, altars ablaze.
Eliminate the enemy to strengthen my fame.
Considered a monster in humanity's gaze.
But in all depths of their beings, their souls are the same.
Inherently aligned with the heart of my bane.
poem by Aaron Lynn
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