since the bginning
they have known,
they are fated,
to walk alone,
they are bitter,
and the resent,
unable to forgive,
impossible to regret,
all they have known,
is the vengeful path they have been shown,
they listen to tortured screams,
timidly they smile,
as if they dream,
listening to a lullaby,
thier ambition
is to pluck the feathers
of an angels wing,
while they laugh,
and the angels scream,
this is thier nature,
as you will find,
it also the dreams,
the dreams of the unkind