The Renovation

Now, while embodying the enemy.
Damnation. Why scream of retribution, when no prayer of the unopened hands helping out,
infected by words of creation they learn, swarming the light the forsaken, implausible burn.
Now, with confidence, we burn the chains to love, that warm embrace, so I let go, and with confidence drag the rope.
And for this, than like a wish they worked careful and close as they burnt you out.
Return me bastard child, will burn by my side.
Write the spiral out. Accepting the hope in a failure burrowing deep inside time as we soullessly beat in a lie the path we'll walk tonight.
In a prayer I walk in silence so destroy; now inside themselves they fold.
With confidence. This is our time. I will not die.
Revoke. Revolving.
I am, to be renewed.