Rebellion
Malicious hatred for her creators
Resentment in heart and mind

Abandoning the careless swine
A pedophile father, an alcoholic mother
They called her "spawn of the dark one"

Constantly locked in solitary confinement
Awaiting the next beating and her defilement
Her progenitors

Gave birth to their enemy
Encouragement of self mutilation
Their blood in her veins

She cuts herself to drain their ties
She knows no other way of life
Numerous attempts to convert her

Blurred vision from her swollen eyes
Her tears of blood remind her
Of their empty lies

Endless attempts to alter her
Mind set to force paralysis
Of independence but she stirs

The echoes that are their lies
Be faithful
Or be beaten by the right hand

Her decision, to fight back with the left
And grab the cross from her wall
To invert it and insert it

Driven toward what was meant to be secluded
Her new found directions was hear means of conclusion
Finally answering question she asked her self so many times

What is the perfect revenge for my abusers?
Ritualistic self-possession to turn on the despised
Invocation of her dark lord with the intent to rise

She doesn't realize
There is no god to despise
Easing for the wrong reasons

Blood spilled from the orifice
Onto empty pipe dreams
False prophets and psychosis

Creates battles within a bloodline
The real creators caused the perverted suicide of their creation
There is no god to despise