Fathers Fate [even more Babelocity™]

I came out of the country,
     the woods,
harmonious Nature betrayed,
        given by what gods pretend. The Oceanic rising,
   called,
       asunder, it's cradle,
no sanctuary, for what life began.
       Insisting I,
                       hypocrisy,
       recompense my insatiable thrust.
       Given trust,
                  truths lust,
                              imitate balance,
                  predicate light,
        life's illicit
                        enemy, we.