Create me to love,
But to never be accepted.
Bind my soul to sin.
Then for sin, deem me rejected.
Destine me to burn,
But to never burn clean.
Create me in divine image,
That's never to be seen.
Persuade me to trust,
To ensure I’d feel betrayed.
Gift me with a life,
To watch a life's decay.
Give me fragile emotion,
To observe my shattered core.
Hoard all sense of peace,
In a world at constant war.
Offer me no wings,
Then demand I ascend.
Force me to be strong,
Then force me to bend.
Decide my directions,
Then curse all the roads.
Promise me forgiveness,
That's neither felt nor shown.
Mold my faulted psyche,
To be damaged by confusion.
Make real my nightmares,
Make my dreams the delusion.
Shackle down my conscience,
Then tell me that I’m free.
Create me in divine image,
Drive me to hate what I see.
