If beauty is in the eyes of the beholder
like a flower in full bloom
then oppression held like a bolt of lightning
is in the hands of the stronger.
But who deemed us weak?
who created this mountain, this peak?
This disastrous divide
like a raging sea
with an unbearable tide,
We've been berated been abused
but our fire will never waver
our spirits never falter
they want us removed,
To them we're a sin
a demon to be slain
but they will never win,
This is the fall of Troy
another false dynasty
a time of great joy,
They will reap whats been sown
their weeds uprooted
despair filling their tone,
As we take back our world
leaving their lives unfurled
lost in a storm
living with constant deform ,
Do you see the light
shining in the distance
radiant like the sun
the affects of our fight,
We are now free of harm
no longer in their chains
we are broken from their charm,
Those wolves in sheep skin
constantly berating my kin,
We continuously strive
strive to be alive,
And we will succeed
because striving is our creed,
So pick up your head
its time to make their bed,
To lay them to rest
and return them to dust.
