Weave Their Barren Path

Redefining wishes of your past - behold the realm.
Dream by hellspawn withering the mold.
We do not dare the distrust but a wielding life,
Scourged from these displeasing eyes.
No more shelter given from their path.
Disclosure draining skywards - onward and never to be stopped!
I was born to reign and weave their barren path,
A solitude eternally bereaved.
Weave their barren path - surrounded by disconclusioned minds.
Weave their barren path - retaining all their illuminating rays.
Pray - another words offence,
Stalkers thread - yet felt intense.
Raise - another open end, leaving all my source intent.
Pray - another words offence,
Stalkers thread - not felt intense.
Raise - another gory end, leaving not my source intent.
Pathway all in vain...
Signs of their hell - forever thou molasting.
Carving the stone - embarrassing in slowly (felt) torment,
Disparaged voices tell.
You will never reach the light, undo - or you will burn for me!
My wastelands...
Forgive me - for I have sinned, break me free from my barren path.
Dead dreamers - no one can take them far from me.
Await my voluntary(ness) with deception.
Reborn reality - so faint, mesmerized and buried nowhere,
So free me from your weaving arts!
Pray - another words offence...
Pathway all in vain...