Dedicated To My Enemies

You have seven more seconds to decide for your life before my tongue becomes a blade and you brain gets sliced. I warned before, I'm addicted to war. I was praying for Armageddon on the day I was born. 3 pounds 7 ounces, four weeks premature. Perfectly flawed and perfectly impure. It was a night full of lies. It was a sick quick compromise. I survived. To stubborn to succumb to the dripping jaws of the dominant paragon. I speak out of turn. I taught myself everything I ever needed to learn, which is I don't need to be anything but me. Napalm bright. Celebrating the burn. See I'm supposed to be weak and depleted. My uniqueness erased and deleted. Nothing left inside and nothing left to lose. They want me to be a bleeder, not a thinker, not a leader. No voice, no choice. But I will fail them. I have no need for their acceptance, their limits, their lies. I learned to hate from you.