Past Perdition

The faith in me has been a victim of my soul's strife, To the God above us full with life, I am no longer an optimist when it comes to my fate, Destiny and freewill do not matter to me anymore as of late. To my brothers and sisters who have fallen to a certain degree, Everything has broken us but we're still here hoping for God to answer our plea, So I must say to you all that our freewill is bound to us, Be damned by our sins till we be turned to dust. Our mortality is what makes us what we are, Like every detail of our past drags us down even from afar, Lies have submitted me to my past perdition, Every drop of blood I see now is a memory of my past mission.