Who

As the night grew older started to make sense I can't see between the lines dear god I am son of hate watch wishes washed away who can we blame only our self in shame fool by the devil him self stab by the blade twisted with his ways proceed with my life of misery who am I? All I can think what my past is like hopefully the future holds my faith with much great heart like the sun and wise as the earth don't point fingers because we all are as one