Leaving The Grave of Submission

I've collapsed under the weight of humiliation, Trampled on and despoiled by the vilest creatures; They've put on my face the mask of weak submission And concealed behind smiles the inflicted tortures. They've long thrown on my dull eyes a deceptive veil Then they've battered to death the depths of my spirit; They've laid on my bemused brow a long and black nail And written with bloody letters the word : CULPRIT. But the shroud of lies has been torn by frustration And now I can see the essence of my real life; I want to pierce the skies of annihilation, A never-ending vengeance I will take to wife. I want to bury them in the grave of their filth And feed my new hopes on their decaying corpses; My empire will arise from their dead-end faith, At last I'll feel the flame of my bullied wishes.