Give Me Not

I don't want your poor,
Or your hungry.
I don't want those innoent souls anymore.

I don't want those with hope,
Or those who look to a bright future.
I don't need those who still climb the rope.

Don't give me your peasents,
For they are pure.
Instead, give me your scum.

Give me your molestors, bigators and rapists,
Give me those whose lives they deserve not,
Fur under me, live they will not.

Give me those who only care for themselves,
I take them with joy.
I'll put them on the reaper's shelves.

For it's not the innocent that make my blood boil,
Or those who in the sun toil,
It's the lowest of the low,
They make me loose control.

And yet, watching them suffer, it does not please me.
In the stead of revenge, give me the scum so I may help them.
Help them see the pain they've caused, if only they could see.

Give me them so that they may strive to be forgiven,
For an unforgivable act,
Give me them - I will strive to end evil's pact.

Because inside of them is a soul,
Just like mine.
And what horrible things they have done has taken a toll.

Give them to me so that I may chage them.
So instead of an eye for an eye,
And instead of a tooth for a tooth,
We may become stronget through forgivness and reconciliation,
Contrary to weaker through vengace.