With a Whimper

The boy who was once afraid
Innocent, god fearing, and true
Well that was ages ago now
In this story to you

He had forgiven his parents for their crimes
Against him.
He had relied on his god to keep him close
Then sent away to a hell. Three hours
From home felt like eternity.
Not with a bang but with a whimper..

In this hell he was discriminated by the
Misconceptions of his being.
They treated him as if he were vermin
For two years. A demon arose in him and spoke
"Not with a bang but with a whimper."
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Realizing my god no longer reached for the damned
Who was there but the voice who spoke,
All the rage and hate inside, bottled and crammed
And the monster inside awoke

Being but a shade of what I once was
I...was once alive
Not with a bang but with a whimper
The calling of depths, screaming clear
With the monster speaking in my ear
The bitter cold of cruelty, nipping at my heart.
Maybe god never could hear me from the start

Beaten until bloodied every single day
Never did make the monster go away
To this day, the rage of the past
As the unfulfilled revenge remains,
Haunting the memories, as clear as
His voice."Not with a bang but with a whimper"

A victim of the judgement staining my soul
Crossed the wrong path that day.
His screams were exciting as the hair was ripped
Bit by bit from his head
How joyful it could have been.
Could I had choked him dead.

Almost arousing the thought of the light in him
Fading into the same black that consumed mine
Not with a bang but with a whimper
"I will crush your fucking heart you swine!"

"They created me, made me into hate."
Slowly will they suffer.
For the pain of late

Tormented by the demons made by man
We both scream out our newfound temper
They will suffer and die slowly as I did
Not with a bang but with a whimper