Twice Born

The dawn found me at crossroads of giving up or giving in

Crawling on my knees, I'd question all I once held true

The violence of perception had pierced my soul and skin

Embittered, bruised, and beaten, I saw the world anew

Mortal womb

By fire scorned

In death conceived

Twice born

The nihilistic instinct flashed its terrifying teeth

And in soft, alluring whispers, bade me yield

Still, the grandeur I had witnessed, that extravagant display

Inspired a premonition, my fate was yet unsealed

Mortal womb

By fire scorned

In death conceived

Twice born

By eventide, I stumbled to my feet and faced the night

Incited by the prospect of my imminent demise

My virtues set aflame in a sacrificial rite

Like angels, the scales had fallen from my eyes

Mortal womb

By fire scorned

In death conceived

Twice born

Mortal womb

By fire scorned

In death conceived

Twice born