It beckons from the depths;
A rage simmering,
Brought on by defiance;
Who shall run this life?
No one but ourselves;
We don't have the heart,
For petty games;
No mercy for the wicked,
The purest of mind;
The simplest of soul,
Harbor the darkest;
Side of evil,
For we know who we are;
Not your stepping stone,
Nor your passing fancy;
We give of ourselves,
For the greater good;
Not to be taken lightly,
Because once you've had your fill;
We come for your reckoning,
Have you paid your dues?
We will spare you no torture...
© okpoet