Convicted Certainty

My thoughts come across as genocidal suicide,
Back when I learned to tie my shoes is when I seemed to lose my pride,
I've searched and searched to ends of earth, through fissures, pits, and crevice alike,
Continue the hunt and proceed with life, side by side 'till we collide,
Derived from sentimental candy sprinkled environment,
Alive through means of speak and touch, grow weary us the tired men,
The burden of living life, depicted amongst the strife of poets pen,
Carbon soles left from heel-toe steps, can't hide ancestry of leviathans,
Retire then oh weary men, and wait out the end with grudgéd lament,
And recall the scent of remenise, a cast away from life ill spent,
Throughout the lives, of whom all can spend,
Through which I say that I remain, casted in a rain trodden sentiment,
Banished men who seek the end, curséd are those who see,
Besséd be the blissful tree, who sees not of fillagree,
Believe the treat that's been gifted to thee,
And continue forth with convicted certainty