Alabastard

I'm not going to pretend anymore
and for that I suppose I should apologise.
I go about my daily life
thrown at trouble, thrown at strife
in this we are no different.

I'm not going to pretend anymore
and you should probably be afraid.
For I can kill you with a thought
my mind a blade, my passions wrought
against those who oppose me.

I'm not going to pretend anymore
that I'm anything but an angel.
I'll raise a hand and spill some blood
Spare the child, spoil the rod,
for might is right and I am unopposed.

Cloaked in shadow, cloaked in night.
I ruin all without a fight.
By this you are undone.

Might is right, and I can't be deposed.
Right is might and I am strong of will.
Might is right and with my mind I kill.
Right is might, and I'm right, I suppose.

What on earth powers this?
The slow poison?
The quick hit?
There's really no defying it.

I'll bruise, but I'll endure.