Finally Born Again Poem by Aaron Lynn

In the darkest times, I slumber.
I awaken, and I wonder.
Why I feel the scalding sun.
As it revives the fallen blood.

Oh, my essence is replenished.
My oppressor's lives are finished.
I rise above my coffin.
Where I was buried and forgotten.

My victim's eyes in peril.
As I attack with vengeance, feral.
My followers are enlightened.
As the filthy ones are smited.

Buildings collapse, altars ablaze.
Eliminate the enemy to strengthen my fame.
Considered a monster in humanity's gaze.
But in all depths of their beings, their souls are the same.
Inherently aligned with the heart of my bane.