False idealist
Non divine
Feigned decision
No design
With our strength
We'll become
Waned inaction
Limbs subside
Mundane grind
Live to burn
All this through
Wilt or change
With our strength
We'll become
Waned inaction
Limbs subside
Contoured, abrased, subservient
Valleys of dismayed desire
Contoured, abrased, subservient
Face a pain you cannot run from
Fall
Recoup again
Rise
It's merely cyclical