Discarnate

I lost myself in fear of the unknown
An enigmatic constant of a cold malignant form
To rise within me as a rush of boiling blood
I seethe at the sight of your face
But it might as well be a mirror

Unyielding...
I cannot contend with the instinct to hate my fellow man for his nature
Who are we to justify these means if the end is counting the dead?

Within ourselves is the choice to love or hate
To use one's faith as an impetus for scorn or a guiding hand
To cast light with it or cast a solemn curse
I chose to suffer
Without form, without remorse
We are alone

I am not afraid to fall
I am not my fears
Humanity's weakness is a curse to carry with grace
But it will not be my ruin

Within ourselves is the choice to love or hate
To use one's faith as an impetus for scorn or a guiding hand
To cast light with it or cast a solemn curse
I chose to rise

We are one
You are nothing

Absolve yourself of your pain
You are stronger than your oppressor
Their insecurity
Will be your triumph
As the fire burns
Creating smoldering ruins
Bring righteous light
Bring righteous hope

Within ourselves is the choice to love or hate
To use one's faith as an impetus for scorn or a guiding hand
To cast light with it or cast a solemn curse
I chose to stand

Only the weak would let fear rule their hand
Only the frail would hate their fellow man

Without form, without sight, without light
You govern mind and man
In your discarnate form, your influence has guided hands
To wield swords with wrath
If I alone can see your futility
Then you see it yourself
I am stronger than I was years before
From when I knelt before you