Your Reckoning

It beckons from the depths; A rage simmering, Brought on by defiance; Who shall run this life? No one but ourselves; We don't have the heart, For petty games; No mercy for the wicked, The purest of mind; The simplest of soul, Harbor the darkest; Side of evil, For we know who we are; Not your stepping stone, Nor your passing fancy; We give of ourselves, For the greater good; Not to be taken lightly, Because once you've had your fill; We come for your reckoning, Have you paid your dues? We will spare you no torture...