He awoke to a lie, demons swarming, the truth was the first to die.
He never backed down, he fought the beast to the end and took its crown.
But survival has a price, I compare it to a heavy sword, to a lethal slice.
To save yourself, your the first to go, to undo the monster, you must become your foe.
You try to remember that righteous cause, you try not to forget the things that make you pause.
But they are lost to you, you forgot why you started, everything grew.
You live to breath and that is all you know, but actually you gave up your life, so long ago.
All there is now, is who you are, the thing you fought to conquer, became your North star.
You are the thing you sought to stop, now you lay there, as they fetch the mop.
And a new monster is born, soon to be just as broken, tattered and torn.
Reaching for understanding in all the wrong ways, lost to his ignorance, lost in a maze.
All that awaits him, is the very same fate, like all of us, he will walk through that gate.
Can’t turn back now, its far too late, you chose your end and your end will not wait.
On the outside he’s hard, but the truth of him, is shattered and charred.
Lies are his need, destruction and chaos, is all he can breed.
Until a like mind lets him go, then the cycle repeats itself, round and round, like whoa.