Destined Poem by Patrick Derilus

The bad doubt my foreshadowing endurance
The good discretely put confidence in my ability...
That shining day with the sun growing it's allies...
A covenant was developed, I cannot lie...
Once I was let into den of the lion, I turn away to closing the cage
Alas, I must go back to be the best in this universe and the next
Distractions pull me off the right route
I don't want them to think for me, It is something I must fight
Is it Satan again?
No, the sanctum is fine for the moment but I still worry...
It is known I embrace the darkness because the light is dim
Humanity is black and white, I am the saturation
My evil ego tells me she is not my mother
Please, the band aids on my body do not recover my logical sanity
Between the yin and the yang, there shalt be balance
Lend me the shovel, for as I am dropped upon my feet I must try again
To see my true self.