Opposite Creed

The dark thoughts light up my path,
The smile of my enemy ignites my wrath.
The sun reminds me of the rain,
The happy days don’t exist if there is no pain.
The disloyal men in my circle help form my shape,
While the loyal men are trapped inside and there is no escape,
The love from my deceased mother hurts,
The healing process takes a while according to experts.
The strength and knowledge my late father taught,
Will eventually kick in and save me from being distraught.
The path I choose will split into two,
The choice of which road to take will be the issue.
The prayer I say before I sin,
Is the same one that makes me cold within.
The faith that I believe in condemns my soul,
The order and rules I abide by gets me out of control.
The people who loved me for the wrong reasons,
Are the same people who changed up like the seasons.
The ideas of death bring me to life,
The progress from preparation hint at strife.
The concept of failure motivates me,
And the ugly death of loved ones help me see life’s beauty.
The place that I hope to fly to from his hell,
Is the same place where my two favorite angels dwell.