I'm left incapacitated,
And utterly defenseless.
Just another, failed escapist.

There is no way out.
"I have got you now."
Says the figure in the fog.

And I thought myself a god...

Here I stand, cowering to a stronger man,
Not fully understanding, the power I hold.
He'd teach me the ways, if I gave him my soul.
Between heavy breaths, he weaved promises
Of ending all of this destruction, and conflict.
He spoke of balance, my mind raged with malice
Angered, I refused.

"If you only knew..."

He painted tales of a man, who died by his hand.
My creator, who I never saw again.
"Please sir, refrain, from speaking his name,
For if you do, it's you I shall slay,
And repay debts, that have gone unpaid
For too long."

"I see The Vile, have poisoned your mind with lies,
I shall not push you any farther,
Though know, I am your father."

The impossible and probable collide,
What's this feeling burning deep inside?
Does he speak lies? Was the Oracle right?
Envisioning a destiny so unkind.
I let myself fall,

And I thought myself a god...

-SLuR