I see you, with your lighted torch
With your angry eyes and your thirst for revenge
I see you with your victim facade
As you take power you have an excuse to grasp.
You oppress the innocent and let the guilty go free
I see you with your gilded halls and your empty soul
Your insatiable wants and needs swallow the world.
I see you with your corpses of anger that grow every day.
On the altar of revenge, there are never enough victims.
To slate the thirst. Hate. Anger. Revenge.
And the World Burns.
I see you with your cynical laugh as you delight in sorrow.
I see the insecurity behind your bravado, the emptiness behind your mocking smile.
I see you. I see the hatred in your face for anything that shows you the reality of what you are and the master you serve.
I see you, and I am not afraid of you. The fire of your hatred may consume the world, but the ashes will serve His purposes.
He will win. And your orange clown show will disappear from the world stage.
I see you, as the world burns.