Watching the Son

I was born of the shower, where emerald pieces scattered;
I was born of the hatred, forged by your creator
I was born of the lies, told to keep up a disguise;

I am the test that you gave yourself.
I am the broken monument to your wealth.
I am the space between the world and truth.

I will be the veil of darkness
I will be the one in office
I will be the end of what you fought for.

This is the boy, who never grew,
This is the dormant seed within you
This is the love you wish he gave

While you sit inside your cage,
Watching the son