I shall not bow
I shall not bow
These chains...the chains you bound me with, which forged by your lies and sins. You claim me as your son yet you called me a bastard child and my mother a harlot. You had the audacity to call me your son, and yet shunned my existence as if I were a runt up for slaughter. What father are you with your lies and sins, you expect me to go forth and be your beacon and spread your word but you will get no such thing from me I do not bow down to you.
And yet you still expect me to bow, I shall not for you can break my bones and tear my flesh and I will still stand strong. Apposing your ideals and behavior till my dying breath and my sprit flees this world. But yet you think I remain loyal, I pity you for my respect is slim I may be of your blood but I am no longer yours. For your chain may still bind and tear at my flesh, but I will still fight you for I will soon be free to walk in my existence and leave your treachery behind.
As of yet I still respect you. Honestly I don't know how? I look at my past and feel fear, pain and agony an ironically love. You forged me into this a man who knows the difference of good and evil purity and chaos. I may abhor you but yet I still love you for you are my father. No matter how hard to try to break me and forge me to your liking. I wish you could have felt my pain as you struck me, beat me and most importantly your drunken foolery that pain is no other. You think of pain as your accident a friend's death but that is no match to your own father putting you down every moment being told you are loved then beat, forgotten practically put aside for your asinine amusement. Whatever happened to your child is your life. But now your bonds I see them at last breaking with every lie that is undone my eyes begin to see the very metal fraying. I know there is hope and yet you look at me as if I'm insane...and yet you deny it. Let me tell you this if there was no hope then why am I standing here.