Post by Raven on May 7, 2013 13:40:49 GMT -5
My name is Benjamin Belacqua
People call me a terrorist,
They should call me a hero.
A lion roars inside me,
Determined to rid my jungle of corruption.
In my heart I hold my sister's hand,
Dearer to me than anything.
On my forehead is written 'protector'
Surely invisible - no one sees it.
I love the screams of evil,
But I hate the cries of the innocent
As one means justice, one horror.
Night is my favourite time of day
When everyone can be seen for what they truly are
Whether monsters or angels.
My hands speak of great deeds
And the noble lives sacrificed to accomplish them.
I hope my mother is proud,
I will save our country in her memory.
They used to say I acted out because I was lonely,
But my sister is all the company I need.
People call me a terrorist,
They should call me a hero.
A lion roars inside me,
Determined to rid my jungle of corruption.
In my heart I hold my sister's hand,
Dearer to me than anything.
On my forehead is written 'protector'
Surely invisible - no one sees it.
I love the screams of evil,
But I hate the cries of the innocent
As one means justice, one horror.
Night is my favourite time of day
When everyone can be seen for what they truly are
Whether monsters or angels.
My hands speak of great deeds
And the noble lives sacrificed to accomplish them.
I hope my mother is proud,
I will save our country in her memory.
They used to say I acted out because I was lonely,
But my sister is all the company I need.
