I wasn’t born a murderer
From my mother’s womb of course
But things got me to terror
For I had death to host
The days as a child were beautiful
Filled with joy and awe
But as I grew up in the terror era
The misfortune did they see!
My mother, my guardian angel
Never thought my thirst her blood would be
My father, my hero
Never thought between my hands his last breath be
The devil in my mind
Made me do dreadful notions,
I never thought I could even feel
But it was too late for my anger to finally decease!