Once more upon the breach, I suppose;
I find my hatred surging in me,
Vitriol and spittle no longer in repose
And the demon they call us set free.
For every step forward we take
We seem destined an eternal fall back,
Everything that made me better, fake,
And I find forgiveness is something I lack.
They call us a thousand awful things,
Each shouted from behind a mirror, cracked.
In delight, this murderous mob sings
Of the **** and ****** they felt they lacked
Yet they refuse to take their own blame.
Better it be us they mark and defame,
To further justify keeping hell the same
And keeping it under the same old name.
My family is large, aflood with those
Across the seas that feel this pain
More closely than I do. For now.
But that family's time is close,
Each one's worth now torn in twain
As their killers prepare to endow
Their nepotistic filth with all
That we used to call our own.
Freedom to be, locked behind this wall
Of bitterness and revenge you've sown.

My family will fight to live.
I will fight to live.