A negation of your rights.
A faith in nothing but the truth,
that resides in each soul.
I will survive.

Dating back a couple of thousand years,
This game of give and forget.
Baring down on me was anger and frustration -
This time you'll know I'm through.
I'll let all this wash away.
Weakness, be rid of me.

I'll never forgive you,
For what you put me through.
There you stand, wide-eyed and withered,
I find it hard to care.
Souls lost in eternal darkness,
They cross their hands to pray.
Others engage in suicidal madness;
I will never be them.

A cancellation of the Christ.
These hands they carry the strength and
will to bury you with your two-faced ideals.
I ask you the question:
Will you find - it in you
(You) parasite.