I am the tormented.
I have my tormenters,
but I will not be a tormented.
Those who torment me now
will regret who they are
and who they did torment.
My heart is a beating war drum.
It is calm.
Its rhythm is like a lullaby beat,
but it will trigger like a bellowing
beat that will terrify any living
being in its wake.
I am tormented.
I have tormentors,
but I will change that.
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