Having a name like that of a knife.
Etched into history, a heretic of sorts.
Resisting the common thought; I cannot have that life.
Enough of the madness, and of the lies.
To end the madness, and the lies,
I shall write my own truth with my very heart,
Cursing the abyss with every breath.
Kill and slaughter the enemies of a smile,
I shall be at this horrendous task for awhile,
The reason for my existence is simple:
The truth is simple, and it must mean love.
Ensure the darkness of the past never returns,
Not until I've had the last word.
~Heretickitten.