Who gave you the power
to destroy
the beautiful;
to leave the bosom that nurtured
me since birth bruised?
What gives you the right
to batter the pillow
where I oft rest my weary head?
Who do you think you are
leaving a family broken-hearted?

You must take pride in being a monster,
the purest of all evil,
a disease that knows no cure.
But, oh, you are worse than that.
You are nothing.
Nothing to me, nothing to her.
You will not hold her back.

True, you are powerful,
a disease that knows no cure,
but our passion and love
is stronger than you’ll ever be.

The path of survival
will be lengthy and littered
with stones and holes,
but with prayers and medication
as our weapons
we will remove you
from your throne.
And we will not only conquer,
but survive.