You are a weapon.
This is a fact.
Borne of blood and pain
you are made for war.

You are a weapon.
This is a skill.
Built from torture and conditioning
you are meant to kill.

You are a weapon.
This is a purpose.
Gained from men who wish themselves gods
you serve their idea of a holy cause.

You are a weapon
and weapons don't weep.
Get off the floor.
Wash the blood from your hands.
Start again.