Revenant: An Easter Sunday of Sorts
Life? Unlife.
Dead? Undead.
After three days on the inverted cross
My undead eyes again see
The world that crucified me for my nonconformity.
Pain? No pain.
Love? No, hate.
Slowly I struggle to pull myself free
So I can get my revenge.
I will track them down and slaughter them all.
My beliefs I will avenge.
Peace? No, war.
Hell? Heaven.
My revenant now stalks the land
With only just one goal.
To show them the error of their ways
As this servant of death takes his toll.
