Substitute

Flowing words tug at the soul and bring to surface pain
The likes from which the average man would rather just abstain.
The blood that's flowing down my hands from tugging at my heart
Will either make a man of me or bring me to the start--
Before the world convinced me of the things it had to give--
The sustenance it flaunted as the reason that I live.
But sustenance will turn to dust, possessions burn to coal,
And man was never meant to use such things to make him whole.
The scope of all eternity's the thing for which we fight.
We hide ourselves from God for fear of being seen in light.
And so, deception we prefer to showing what we hide.
We substitute eternity, embracing foolish pride.