I stand before them, the two powers of here,

Look down on this, this into the world has grown,

There is no perfection. Will never be,

A bird without wings cannot be flown

Nothing worthwhile can last long here,

For underneath, devils are working unknown,

Beauty lies on the surface, but ugliness runs deep,

Nemesis takes balance into her hands on her own

Revenge is tearing the minds of many,

Filled with a burning desire to let their anger be known,

But what can we do? Powerless, we lie

The poisoned seeds have already been sown,

Tendrils of darkness, seeping into the white

Some us us know it - lamenting, we moan

Fate is cruel, but we can be crueler,

We scarred out world deep into the bone,

And there is no going back.

Ever.