I was raised with my family,
Who taught me wrong from right,
I was taught the values of life,
And eventually how to fight.
Kind hearted people we all were,
Assassins we were highly trained to be,
Until that unforgettable day,
When they all were taken from me.
I was near 13 at the time,
I remember my mothers painful cries,
Watching as they all were slaughtered,
In tears I closed my eyes.
As the days went by I grew up quick,
As the weeks went by I grew up cold,
Before too long I got my seeked revenge,
I was sure go get it quick before I grew old.
The revenge was sweet,
Blood thirsty and rather fun,
Everyone knew who did the deed,
But wouldn't dare to tell no one
They often call me a killer,
Cold, soulless and mean,
Because I experienced the thrill,
Of deserved revenge at 13
I am not a kind person,
Nor an evil one as it may be,
Yet i still seek for deserved revenge,
Death no longer frightens me.
