The Misanthrope

Battle hardened before first fight,
Because all was lost within your sight.
Ripped and torn by all around,
While you watched feebly alone.
Bitter and sour through and through,
You raise up arms against the throne.

Now comes the time to make it right,
Here's your chance, but you walk on past.
Beaten before they make the wall,
You sulk on back to your crumbling hall.
Calls of protest,
Voice of reason,
All question,
Your lack of treason.

"My life and love,
And love of life have been taken,
This is true.
But it's not within my heart to run them through.
Instead I'll let the powers rain down hell,
And give those Bastards their just dues."
So a Misanthrope becomes of you.

As you sit back and enjoy their coming doom,
Laugh and hate is all you do.
They seek your sympathy for their plight,
A call for which they have no right.
No questioning eyes fall on you,
For you played no hand in their fall.
Just see your vengenance,
Fuck them all.

As the ones above rain down hell,
All will be lost within their sight.
Ripped and torn by those with might,
They will watch, filled with fright.
As events set askew are set to right,
While the fires are burning ever bright.

As they enter their eternal night,
Those once so strong sulk away,
As sweet justice sings the ringing bell.