dead end intro

An awry molding created me  
It had to be carefully chiseled  
 
I wonder which Olympian grudge  
my vessel is made of....  
 
Compulsive arson.  
Never destined to fade away  
 
Designated as the conductor  
of the inauspicious  
Silent  
and fearful  
in front of the gods  
 
 
They'd like me to forge my misery on rocks
and keep them  
as a reminder of my faults
Where do I belong?  
To whom am I against?  
Most of them wear a mask of the same shameful face  
As my fear comes closer, I straighten the body  
to hide the weakness  
 
They gave me labels and all  
Getaway holes were covered and hidden  
 
But through them I slowly  
amiably  
erase the chasm  
 
from here  
to the unknown