My blood is not darker than most, my eyes are brown not black, I don't have fangs and my face is not a skull.But when I start shouting you better crawl back to your hole.
Now, I'll tell you how I got here.
I was a kid like you, angsty, edgy, thought the world ran at the tap of my finger tips, but then as it inevitably happens, reality hit me square in the face and I found myself, not falling exactly, but drowning slowly and without the liberty to struggle.
So, I locked myself in my room, prayed through night to noon and I got nothing. So I slit my palm, drew a star and called the devil, and still got nothing.
Then, I locked myself up (again), slit myself (again), at the wrists this time and nodded off to the true dark that lay.
This time, something answered, beyond the puny understanding of a wicked god and a sleazy satan, something grand.
I was "bestowed" with worth , the power to choose and to act. The prize, was my humanity and the life I gave up.
I traveled this world, carrying proudly my own brand of justice, and wherever I went the leaders quaked, tyrants trembled and the corrupt fled.
My recognition was fear, the same that flits from your eyes to your lips, the same that made them soil their pants and stink, but not of riches.
But that was it, there were never flowers or cheers, statues or epics. Only fear.... Rightfully so.
So, I will repeat, when you hear me shouting, you better crawl back in to your hole.
I am not a monster but I am not a man either.
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