Corroded from the blood of those around me
I am girded about by the jagged remains
Of my once adamant armor
I was born to be a great warrior
My soul was forged by the light
To fight for truth, love, and immortality
I was bred to fight
The demons that assail mankind
I am tortured by this knowledge
As I now bitterly serve them
I had thought defeat would be the end
That I would lie defeated
Upon the smoldering pile of those demons
I could live with that end
I could finally be at peace
Knowing I died valiantly, without giving up
Wherever I would be
I sorely underestimated
The cruelty of my enemy
Everything I fought for, I now destroy
No matter what I do
My sword, forged of love
And corrupted with sin
Lacerates the light around me
If I let it fall, clattering to the ground
Lesser demons would seize it
And use it’s full power
To turn others who fight for the cause
Into those like me
Oh, how do I rise from these ashes?
How can I become again
The man God made me to be?