Feigned

The image of a world unfolds

Deluded, but divine

It sees us mocking gifted grace

A stolen self

Will not succumb



See your face in the mirror

It's your image on a face of another

See your principles

Constantly wither

What is this will but a riddle?



In splendor 

We were born again

Renewed and whole, 

A chance reborn

Sustenance 

We've found

Yet we tear it from our minds



So find a way through these foes

With your tears

Scattered around the wound

It scares us not,

This path's design

Run these demons gone amok



Astray