I swore against the demons who haunt me
They laughed in derision, upon my failure
My heart broke, knowing no one wants me
But the legion of evil devouring my future
For they knew my flaws, and taunted me
I realized I'd need to die, burn my eyes
Before a future could become made clear
A world that imagination composed in fear
But I remembered, fear is to not trust in him
My creator, one who created every horizon
The one who created me, and everything
I was aware now and feared no longer
And as an angelic choir sang hymns
I was content to wait, for forever
