Autolatry

The terror affronts the faithful
Followers now are chased
Dominators, dominated
Feel the bitter taste of defeat!

Serving is a necessary
Condition for weak
Freedom is a necessary
Condition for strong

I'm the impure lord of my will
The destroyer of idols
Te one who break superstitions
And old concepts

Who is against me
Is against their own freedom

The supremacy of my being
Suffocates and disrupt it's core
I can see in it's eyes the reflection of
Your insignificant existence

What differentiate us from the losers
Isn't the no sharing beliefs
But to realize how much is stingy, absurd
And harmful to ourselves
Display something so inhuman