I no longer condemn this man with the perilous knife
who struck down my life with torment and strife
he whose influence controls the vile rife
drawing his power essence form satanic ogre life

No longer I pray for the gates of hell to open wide
swallow this shrewd to its torment inside
but for his soul I cry for salvation to unite inside
to castaway the harrowing savage he desperately abides

No longer shall I fear his revolting rogue
prolonging his demonic legions to hover my saga rue
as I become a sole maverick in solitude rim spine
welcoming isolation inviting comfort of solitaire twine