Reclamation
So Death would not be my master,
As plainly you can tell
By my presence here before you.
He tried to possess me,
Yes, as I strove to claim you,
But even He knelt at my feet.
Master of present and all that's gone,
Harbinger of sorrowful torment,
He yielded only to my wrath,
That very fury I now return to you.
Woken from my blissful slumber,
Torn from the ignorance on which I fed,
Murdered by merciless knowledge,
My life had come to its inevitable close,
But my death was just beginning.
You see my hatred is ubiquitous;
Only Death could save you now,
But I have stripped the Master of His throne.
What thoughts race through your head?
Do I sense a willingness to end this?
Certainly not, Little Liar!
I may have mastered Death,
But I have not become Him!
What you denied me in life,
I now reap in death:
Your soul eternally by my side,
No longer bound by chains of love,
But by the shackles vengeance provides.
Welcome, child, to the prison you spawned.
Welcome to this fire and brimstone.
Welcome to my own personal heaven.