Crueltys mission

If the disposition 
Of wisdom 
Had risen
As evil insisted
Manipulations a given
Truth had been twisted
An innocent victim
Falls to the fate 
Of an ungodly vision
Despite his depiction 
And all your convictions
The power I gifted 
Gave cruelty a mission
Dragged through this system
My mind forced to listen
Poisoned by words and wounds
Once inflicted
Like medicine for the sick
Is given through interveneous drips
A mind can be trucked
And nerves incurr ticks
Reality shifts
Relationships drip
The presents no gift
Surviving each hit
Taking the shut
And living with it
Mentally stripped
Insane rewrote scripts
Post traumatic stress
When post is yet to exist