can you see through that hidden shrine hear out what grows within you taste the hate you birth or is it all ignorance concealed?
misled by unknown shadows contorted by misery the word once said now lost captor in disbelief
invalid—the form of the weak prodigy—a succession of one frail—the embodiment you possess royal—the next to come
so curtained from all that beseeches me meagerly divine, invalid prodigy god (above) forsakes me, encase in this supposed cause trapped (within) your distraught lies
no salvation, for the weak who cannot survive resurrect my embedded dreams on man’s ignorance i thrive (i will feel no more)