This is My Time

You question my past and my present and doubt if I'll make the future. You bring with you the vices of a thousand generations and the poisoned reason of failures across the millenia. Who are you to question me? You are nothing but a megalomaniac, a pathetic parasite and a disgrace to all that the world has given you...your name is the unbeliever, because you don't believe in the fact that I've done what you couldn't...and you can't take it no more can you?

Every moment that you waste in planning my downfall, I grow stronger. Where the will of the heart and the mind meet, no will of yours can deface. I am here now, and you were, go now, to the lands of your kind...where men die without honour, just as they lived. For now, you are one of them, one of those bastard sons and daughters of life, where all you can ever do is wish that you'd been me...but I am I and you are a nobody...

You think you've got revenge on your hand, but I am past all revenge, I am past all the garbage that the earth throws at me and I am my own present and I will be my own future. I will walk the path I choose, hand in hand with my freedom, with my head held high because I am master of this war. And you, lying there in the mud, all broken and battered, but yet, you do not learn. Pray then, and tell me do you deserve a second chance? Unbeliever, when freedom was yours to take, you laughed at its face and turned it away, and yet it followed you...until I reigned it in.

Your time is past, this is the dawning of a new age, my age, where I rule what is mine and where you nor the world can drench my kindgom with the rain of spite...be assured, that should you wage war against me, my army shall lead you straight to your grave...go now when the light shows you the way home and reflect on chances lost, not one, not two, but a thousand...