The Wild Child

My past was violent. My world was quaint. They made me a demon, instead of a saint. My past was full of cruelty. They called it love. I only felt the darkness, as they preached from above. They said I was a sinner, that I should change my ways. Whilst I cried with fury, I hoped, an end to my days. They shackled my wrists, and tried to warp my mind. Telling me, in Gods love, freedom I would find. With pride and arrogance, they did this to a child. They tried to birth a sheep. Born rather, an animal that is wild. -Angel Fatale-