Altered Destinies

He has the ability to fly Chose his destinies, altering them by will Chants to rid off his offensive thoughts Raising the brim, he remains Currents flow between his eyes His destiny, another chance? Wining and gambling away purity Realising His quest is lost Tracing his way back. Your altered destinies Burial eyes. Imperfection, the mutilation of his faith Praising temper, subduing nonchalant gods Enough of hypocrisy, he looks to the forest for empathy Walking through and conversing with his friends - the trees Saffron clad justice for philosophies (he'd) misunderstood He finds lust on a dusty path In her bosom, loath