Arga

I’ve been wandering around for too long.
I always ask myself, why am I living in this lie?
I never asked for this, To be the one who holds the key of deceit.
There is nothing to hold on to.
Now let me stand firm with my feet on the ground.
I need to break free from what is written in stone so I can live this life on
my own terms.
Perjurer, You are the cancer of life.
Sent from the heavens to destroy and take advantage of the blind.
Murderer, you think that you’re saving lives but they’re already dead by
shoving your words in their minds.
So Keep preaching to your so called creator.
These words won’t help you to get up on your feet.
Gather your hopes and dreams to fight for your existence.
Never wait for an answer that you’ll never receive.
Stop feeding the society with words they don’t want to hear.
Express yourself with the purpose to save but all you do is leave them in fear.
Construct the throne of truth and name me king without a crown.
For I will rule this world.
Restore what has been depraved and rebuild what has been destroyed.
Now, and forevermore I will shine the brightest light.
For you to see that happiness and bliss are made by the choices you make.
I break the chains of my anchors and let you drown among your own kind.
For they will never survive as I will rise after every fall.
Surrounded by chaos as I stand on the highest mountain.
Where I will look down on you watching you suffocate in a sea of your own lies.
While you’re fighting for your fictitious life you witnessed the fate of the
ones before you.
Your life flashes before your eyes as you spill your last breath out of your
lungs.
Take one final look at your surroundings before I send you to the depths of
hell.