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Baptized....
In the blood of a b*****d birth,
Sentenced to eternal torment,
Forever scared with the atrocity of one's own features,
An ugly mess and a vile man,
A wicked child from early moments,
Damnation is a tool to justify the ends of short-comings!
Humanity,
We deny your very existence and renounce your ill superiority,
Humanity,
You disgrace yourself with your own beauty and reason,
Insanity,
A label of an open state of mind and a punishment to the free,
Insanity,
A welcome state of reason and purity in the subtle world I see!
Did I not once point out my flaws?
Did you not once state my hideous face?
Is simplicity not the end of the beginning?
Or is this just a game of ill fates....
Armageddon comes at a price that one would pay at the expense of all,
A b*****d would be that man and a hideous monster is he,
Disgusting picture that is a mask of skin gives face to his own presence,
Did this one forget to point out his birth's illegitimacy?
The disfigurements are as plain as day,
Though the night shepherds in our death,
He laughs at the same time he cries,
Joy only brings sorrow in this one's heart,
A twisted and ugly cowl of hair covers nothing,
His putrid face still shows its evil,
One's vanity in their atrocity,
One's obsession with hatred!

Would you pity me if I were beautiful? Well, it seems that either way your God would have you dead. And still, you would have accomplished nothing in a lifetime....