My strength is dangerous,
No matter how I wish
That I could mix and mingle like others.
And, after I was taken in a hearse
My heart was divided between several heroes.
My power was for not against my murder,
Because they attacked my food.
What was I to do?
My strength can only grow as I recover.
I died of theft and murder,
Theft of something sacred,
Save they never really touched it.
Only in their dreams could they achieve this,
So they blew me a kiss of death.
What was I to do without food?
No amount of crying out for help brought me any good.
I lived my life surrounded by animals,
Beasts that were but a burden.
And, it made my life but null.
These beasts aren't my kin,
They're too unevolved to comprehend good versus evil.
Gods on high, guard my soul.
Why can't I escape this Hell?
This entire background killed me together.
That dumb beast's not my mother,
That's not my brother, and that's not my uncle.
Their claim's not but bull,
As they're not but dumb animals.
I don't know how they got me,
But I'm left to assume a kidnapping.
And, they keep the world from seeing it
By Stark's hologram technology.
How is it that these beasts linger?
I never did fit in,
And they were all too dumb to see it.
When will the psychopomps release me?
Why can't they see that this was murder?
There's no way they thought that was enough food.
I want the group of them held responsible.
I want them raked to the soul.
You can't blame a child for going hungry.
I see the light now,
I was never there.
So, I'll give this song a bow.
Emperor Aketwool Community Member 
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