I've been stabbed in the back and have had my mind assaulted so many times that it isn't even funny. Instead of getting angry or depressed I decided to get even with everyone that dares cross me. An eye for an eye and all that. The poem My Glory simply turns my feelings into words...
My Glory
You can see it in my eyes
You can smell it on my breath
See that I know I'm more wise
Know that everyone fears me, even death
Take on any impossible task
Defeat any legendary foe
Victory is worn like a mask
Invisible from head to toe
Maybe you're just filled with hate and envy
Maybe that prayer of yours didn't come true
Because I can end you by the count of three
Me, myself, and I perfect through and through
A light that burns your eyes
I'm going to make you sorry
After you betrayed me and severed all ties
You're going to die via my glory
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