Wrote this in eight minutes, so it needs some work with the meter. Help me out guys?
Speak for me when I am gone,
Tell my story dusk till dawn.
Keep me alive with magical tales
Of my heart, with each detail,
Of how I loved and longed for peace,
But how I could get no relief.
For I was forced into a world of hate,
And hate it was that made me great.
Forced to fight I made my way,
To the top of the ladder of hate.
I wanted not to hurt a soul,
Peace was my forever goal.
But this world forced me to be great,
Though I longed for mercy, longed for grace.
I fought my way through muck and mire,
So that I may get what I desire.
I have used hate to make me great,
To put me in the only right place
So that in control I may be,
So that I may fight for peace.
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