I clawed my way up. Up. Up. Towards the top. Towards the place in society where I can rest. I reached the middle and was satisfied. Then it all crumbled down. A trip gone wrong. A knife in my hand as I stared into the eyes of someone like me. Blood spurting as I tried desperately to live. Then laughter from those who looked at me as entertainment. A god took me in as a whim, gave me another chance. However....I won't accept this. I will not bow down to this...wretched state. WHO SAID THAT WE MUST ACCEPT FATE!! I WILL NOT BOW DOWN!!! I DENOUNCE THIS FOUL WORLD AND I WILL RISE TO CLAIM MY OWN FATE!!!!!!!!
My father once told me : A mans life is decided by his actions, yet fate is pre ordained by gods.
I say : I will tear apart those who decide my fate, and I will unbind my shackles, for I have no strings.
A tale of rage and blood. Please enjoy.
