Linger inside,
that fire in my soul.
You made it.
Of anger, of lies.
Each story made bigger.
Each request disgusts me.
You made me in your image,
but your image was a lie,
So I am made of lies
or of what you wish you could be.
I taste like blood and sweat.
I breath fire,
I am made of all you lack,
and will always remind you of a lie.
I took your propaganda for fact.
And now I stand,
made of more then you.
And I am ready to face you.
Not made of you,
made more then you.
I am stronger then your lies.
