In The Face of Hate
You call me names and falsely accuse me/
Sometimes to my face, other times behind my back/
You don't think I hear you but I do/
You say I'm worthless, you call me a freak/
You don't think I deserve anything/
You only think that I should be destroyed/
You say I have no potential but you never/
Bother to listen to music or read my books to see otherwise/
You think I'll be better off dead/
But you don't really know who I am do you/
I am the son of the darkness/
I am marked by the Divine/
When you are gone, I will still be/
So call me names now/
But one day you will bow to me/
While I sit on a throne.../
Copyright © Michael Fulkerson | Year Posted 2024
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