pit~epitome

rolling in the interstellar illusion
deluded, thinking I would be free
that you would keep your vow Father
a blood oath written in my blood, my innocence
 
secret sorcerer undulating hate
then play the Martyr  
you are so put upon with me
I am not a pitiful creature
 
I will bear no more shame
you will not tame me
I am morality
 
that be my new Name, name me no more
 
I will count my losses
I will count my legion
and take my children where we are free
 
vengeance for my defamed name will be done
there is no recompense suitable
 
My Mother will be set apart for her part in the facade
it is the epitome of vile