Slave

I was born in a small town
northern waters graced its shores,
and waves forsook bodies everyday.
Unfortunate was I, I could not learn
slithering through the slums,
thieving to slake my dearth.
At the age of 10 I was sold
for less than what I stole,
nobility fancied my weary face.

I wouldn't pray for mercy
as my master defiled my body,
as my mistress abused my naivety.
If there were a god
why would he save those who beg him?
to truly pray you must fight.
I was kept isolated
in a dark room with a barred crescent window,
wrought iron chains fastened my collar.

During the day, I was untouched
by dusk the monsters would come out to play,
with whips and belts and holy water.
A sick morbid pleasure, to kill and revive
I bleed out gallons, and scream like sirens,
the flesh scars the floor of my cell.
With clubs and knives, they bash and pierce
they adhere, the thrill of seeing me squirm,
because I never learned, this is my punishment.

One day I'll be free, and I will learn
I will rip the very roots of knowledge and consume them,
I know not of the suffering of others.
And I care not for anyone else
I will fight, and kill, slaughter millions if I must,
only then 'GOD' will come down to judge his slaves.
As I was judged then
at the age of 10,
where the northern waters relinquished slaves like me.