Neglected Debris

Not a soul can stop the rising tide; You cannot talk this out of existence, or even try to stop the flow. A desecration of the only thing that your poor soul ever saw as holy. I am not withdrawn dreams- I am not your damned righteousness. I am what was left behind when you cleared the floor and swept away the cobwebs. A holy uprising of all that is unholy; I am only the terror you gave me power to be. So don’t look to me for any sort of redemption- It is not in the cards- I checked. This hand you were dealt, And, well it is the hand you will play. Win or lose; makes no difference to me. For I have played this round a thousand times, and there is only one possible outcome. I withstand the tides, while you crumble before this god of yours- and all that neglected debris.