We were Never Good People.

Under the sea, where we faint to be,
It made me wonder who we are to glee?
Within the silence of God, and questions of trails,
I command not to stay in this Holy Grail.

Joyous of Oaths, I found my own wisdom!
At what cost did I fortold my own idioctism?
I lost all hope to be good! I wish to be in denial and
persuade my stoicism,

I did not order to be torned,
I only wanted to know more.
Now I have ruined my own vision,
In exchange of my own delusion.

Hate only formed out of me,
surely I could hearken my own collision!,
I wish to be sorry, very gravely, sorry.
I could do better, I could do more to be dire.