He

As he
Looks through the years 
Looks though these tears
Looks at that which can never be
 
No escape from this 
You are so far
This end so near
Is there no other way 
 
No Way to change what was
No Way to right this wrong
 
He searches for that which will set him free
He has left the path that nature bestowed upon him
Now lost in a waste land 
Days Months and years
Never will this road end
 
The cruel price of an angry god
Natures revenge for disobedience
 
Call it what you will 
 
Sacrifice
Penance
Pound of flesh
 
He can never be what he was 
Only that which he has become

In the end
The Devil always get’s his due