This is a poem going with the music of The "Winged Angel" from FF7, or Final Fantasy Seven the movies. Different lyric to the song, though spoken in verse.
Hope you like. Or not. That's not art is about, right? Please read and hopefully enjoy.
To be killed, created in another form.
Far from real, unnatural! Abominations.
To be poisoned from birth by your father
Twisted, bent, forever changed
I look in a mirror and all I see is a shell of me
Oh my, what are you?!
Take my blade, score my heart, pain unimagined
Courses through my being, I look up and all I see is
Is a monster! A foul being!
I stop and realize that there is nothing for me to do.
Created, Imagined, what you see before you is an image
Of a man derived from, from the calamity called Jenova
Sephiroth! Sephiroth!
Now I'm born forever change within, foul and maimed
Forget the beauty and skills I posses
All shall know m pain and suffer forever
By my hand, with Masume. Now I go to kill my creator
Who I once called my father
Sephiroth! Sephiroth!