When I was attacked I was punished, why do I become the monster? I was forced to learn from an early age that life is unfair.
The gods sneered down upon me but that’s fine; I don’t need divine favor, or luck, or fairness. I lived with my curse for half an eternity Others turn their faces away from me, turn their backs toward me With age I learned my curse was a gift; A weapon, but also company and comfort in my solitude I’m used to dealing with snakes, I have no problem taking these as friends You say you send heroes to put me out of my misery I am not miserable; you send only murderers Their statues decorate my home But a final attacker you sent He took my head as a prize The “heroes” you hold so dear use me to attack those already weaker than themselves Look upon my fate and ask yourself Are you truly benevolent gods?
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