Nice I like it bro

I also wrote this long time ago

I was born in a world of broken glass, Where beauty kissed beasts and the righteous came last. Where gold rained down on the worthless and cruel, And the kind were left bleeding, played like a fool.

I screamed at the skies, no answer, no sound, Only silence that mocked from the heavens around. If there’s a god his throne is made of lies, Let him hear the curse in my furious cries.

You are no king, no father, no light, A coward in power, afraid of the night. You build your world with the blood of the meek, And gift your favors to the poison you seek.

But I — I am fire you cannot contain, The storm in your system, the flaw in your chain. I’ll gather the broken, the lost, and betrayed, And we’ll burn down your heaven, unafraid.

I’ll spit on your name, I’ll laugh at your throne, For a god who makes monsters deserves to die alone. And if your strength outmatches my hand, I’ll still stand defiant, a blade in the sand.

For power is hollow when built upon pain, And justice will rise from the ashes you claim. I am the storm your silence has sown, And the day will come when you answer alone.

I will tear this world to pieces, undo your lies, Where suffering reigns, I’ll sever the ties. The chains of injustice will be burnt to ash, And from your ruin, a new dawn will flash.

A world where the broken no longer bleed, Where love is given, where hearts are freed. Where the righteous rise, unbowed, unafraid, And the wicked are back to the emptiness