The Beginning Is Harsh

This is the beginning.
Not of fun and games.
But of untamed memories.
We are unforgiven in our own secret ways.
I hope I do not scare you,
As my words are meant for fright.
Pull your heads forth.
I have a story to tell.
One of blood shed and weary.
Sympathy is against the cruel,
And cruelty is against the sypamthetic.
Do not run away.
I have just begun.
Please, I am almost done.
But those who fly down the path,
Of misfortune,
Shall be given a earning.
For killing the souls of so many.
But this, no, this is not the end.
For some it is the beginning.
And for others,
They are stuck.
They have failed.
They have left the easy way out.
And triumphed over our ways.
This my children, is called the Beginning.