The Agonist

I remember the way your hand reached out and closed doors.
I remember, though memories serve no purpose anymore.
Wrong direction. I now see what I didn't look for.
Feed all perfection and bite the hand you once adored because...
Now you've gone too far.
So let me show you how I will win every war and the battlefield is all mines.
Thieving, grieving, believing the opposition.
Failure to say you're devoid of sympathy.
Your forced oppression is one thing that I can tell you, for sure, just won't affect me...
so just keep trying to push it more.
Your sub-human surprise keeps my hatred alive.
Be thankful to survive because I'm just getting started now...