Revenge

Deep in this blackened void,

the space that used to be my soul

no ray of light no hope has shown

there in the darkened cold.In time memories and pain

will fade and disappear they must,

but not until this mortal being

has turned to scattered dustYou cannot judge what you don't understand

take the blade from the child's hand

all the petty lies and the jealous whores

matter little and leave me boredRepent, Remorse, Revengewhy don't you just crucify me,

nail me to a cross

and bite and scratch and make me scream

if that will get you offYou say a fall from grace would suit me well,

well you can crawl straight back to Hell,

fear not to lie, it will seem a sharper hit

nor to blaspheme it will pass for witRepent, Remorse, Revenge.