I still say you should go with Samson, Spoons.
Also, just gonna leave this here...
Masterless
Into this world I was born
Where forever two sides are torn
And they rage against each other
So they won't give into despair
And as it seems their battle is coming to a closing
They find another reason to spark it again and keep it going
All other sides are simply there
They don't seem to despair
And so it was that I
I was born onto one of the raging sides
And I was raised to lead
To exemplar, to eudemonie!
Back and forth I was rocked
By my birther and sutradhara
And my strings were pulled so strong
That when I spoke to another; they were pulled along
Till adulthood I danced
A marionette
And as I grew, I went places my manipulator could not
And I learned things I had never thought
I used these things in an act of rebellion
And passive though it was,
It still imposed consequence.
My Master saw that I was alive, for the first time.
And so He cut my strings.
And my eyes gleamed with triumph!
And He laughed.
And I was free.
With the secret unthought things I had learned
I looked to escape those raging sides
But I had learned that no side was better than the other
For all things are equal. They must be given equal chance.
So then, how would I make a choice?
Where would I go?
What would I do?
How would I not turn back to Him?
And so I turned around
And that smirk I witnessed
It answered my questions, while begging others
My reason blustered.
For in this world
Where including emotion and faith cannot be
What is desire?
What is misery?