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The Monster's Lament
Forgive me dear Father though you sleep
The never ending sleep of death,
Never to awaken as I did.
My destruction of you is now complete
And so I drown in misery
My sins too great for this once pure heart to bear
Haunting are my memories
I pity you, abhor myself
We thought my soul dead
Both you and I
I murdered one of your joys without guilt
But in time my guilt increased a thousandfold
For lack of love, became I stone
A creature of muted feeling
And yet my pains and joys and angers were exquisite
My obsessions with thee
And yours with me
Hath fully consumed our lives
Your joys were slain
Mine never achieved beginning
You showed hope when I had none
I vowed to strip it from you,
Make you miserable as me
Unable to find love from familiar faces
Now I secrete myself unsympathised in the icy wastes
In the harshest of wild places
Where the most adventurous of human eyes
Shall never see my ugliness
To die in the deepest sorrow
To give myself an ugly fare,
As fodder for the flames
Thus passes an angel
Deformed to a devil
I shall weep in the ashes of my own destruction
Triumphant in the second bodily death
I would that this agony could have passed sooner
I would that your life and happiness could be restored
But there is joy in death
Peace and love for an unloved soul
From a true God
To be a true Adam
And you, again with your friends and family
The victims of my hands.
Father, I shall soon join you in the netherworld
Perhaps you may love me then.
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