Discarnate

I lost myself in fear of the unknown
 An enigmatic constant of a cold malignant form
 To rise within me as a rush of boiling blood
 I seethe at the sight of your face
 But it might as well be a mirror
 Unyielding...
 I cannot contend with the instinct to hate my fellow man for his nature
 Who are we to justify these means if the end is counting the dead?
 Within ourselves is the choice to love or hate
 To use one's faith as an impetus for scorn or a guiding hand
 To cast light with it or cast a solemn curse
 I chose to suffer
 Without form, without remorse
 We are alone
 I am not afraid to fall
 I am not my fears
 Humanity's weakness is a curse to carry with grace
 But it will not be my ruin
 Within ourselves is the choice to love or hate
 To use one's faith as an impetus for scorn or a guiding hand
 To cast light with it or cast a solemn curse
 I chose to rise
 We are one
 You are nothing
 Absolve yourself of your pain
 You are stronger than your oppressor
 Their insecurity
 Will be your triumph
 As the fire burns
 Creating smoldering ruins
 Bring righteous light
 Bring righteous hope
 Within ourselves is the choice to love or hate
 To use one's faith as an impetus for scorn or a guiding hand
 To cast light with it or cast a solemn curse
 I chose to stand
 Only the weak would let fear rule their hand
 Only the frail would hate their fellow man
 Without form, without sight, without light
 You govern mind and man
 In your discarnate form, your influence has guided hands
 To wield swords with wrath
 If I alone can see your futility
 Then you see it yourself
 I am stronger than I was years before
 From when I knelt before you