The Psalm of My Existence

Born of my own pain,ripped apart by the canines of my own form of existence. Steaped in the darkness for my eyes have been shut to the light long before the lotus of my life blossomed. The attempted ressurection of the damned soul that was crucified for sins committed in subcontious existence,the world has yet suffered dearly at the wrath of my pain and in it i ascended to be among you,a place I didnt exist and thus you have bathed in a pool of my lies and basked in the light of my inequities. Doves never did fly with crows and the dark always creeps away from the light. From now on where I go you cannot come and thus we cease to exist as before in the city of peace.