I too transform, shape
And this child I once had known?
Mutated and engendered
Stripped of me by the selfish desires of those
less fortunate than He
Far less transitory than She
It binds them to a future they shan't soon forget
Or so lives my hope
I curse them
that they be shouldered with this burden
That their pain shall sanctify
and wash over you
giving form to the sweetness of a grief unowned
That for You, my dear one,
this blame,
turned finally outward,
shall find it's true resting place
in the deadly clutches
of these sick and twisted beasts.
Give them back their tainted power
and steal back the crown which you alone have grown
It is too pure for their liking
Stripped of these burdens
which they adorn as gifts and dangle from it's rim
They find it tasteless and can no longer consume
For You I command this World,
"Feed them lies! Look! They devour themselves!
Your gracious deed shall set free this child
and return a future to it's rightful heir!
Stand tall! Accept this glory and be blessed!"
Then this mighty World,
it's newfound fate forged to sword and ladle,
shall tip down it's sorrowed glance and push forward
It's conviction most strong and vile and true
