Path To Freedom

Look how you crawl on the filthy floor,

And those dirty torn clothes you wear,

Trying to reach the ones you so adore

Those crimes they committed,

The pestilence of their lies,

Now their faces are toward the skies,

Without the capability to breathe

You think they are almighty,

But look on your gods now,

I've surpass all of thy

A human with no pride or ambitions,

Have no place in this pity world,

And I'm the judge and executioner,

As I've made the hubris come true