Invalid Prodigy - Morgion

Can you see through that hidden shrine

Hear out what grows within you

Taste the hate you birth

Or is it all ignorance concealed?

Misled by unknown shadows

Contorted by misery

The word once said now lost

Captor in disbelief

Invalid-the form of the weak

Prodigy-a succession of one

Frail-the embodiment you possess

Royal-the next to come

So curtained from all that beseeches me

Meagerly divine, invalid prodigy

God (above) forsakes me, encase in this supposed cause

Trapped (within) your distraught lies

No salvation, for the weak who cannot survive

Resurrect my embedded dreams

On man’s ignorance i thrive

(i will feel no more)