Despair is hopeless feelings in the weak,
And hatred is a total waste of time,
But vengeance is the recompense some seek
To pay back those who hurt them for their crime.
Some say that sacrifice is for the strong,
For those who love and take risks in their life,
But soon the ignorant find out they're wrong;
Their desecrated love cuts like a knife.
When drowning in engulfing seas of rage,
A host goes on in spite of useless drive.
It seeks to leave its blinding, hellish cage,
And feel again that it may be alive.
Move on with purpose, not with rage or hate,
Never let foolish folk decide your fate.