In powerless destruction.
I am watching you crash against the walls of my castle.
Most likely both of us will suffer some damage.
But in the end, you will be the one to crumble into pieces.
That is because you come at me with pointless hatred.
It is a weapon too weak to defeat a sincere heart.
Too fragile to stand against a powerful soul.
It is only strong in your clouded eyes.
A lonely illusion uniting the hurt and the scared.
You’re too afraid to show the world who you really are.
Hiding, never daring to savour life as it is.
Deaf and blind to the beauty around you.
So determined to destroy those different from you.
You might even win some battles.
But the victory in this war is mine.
I shall rebuild with light and love.
