Rise of Truth
Beneath the Fury Sun
As i lie awake at night, i ponder this, among an unspeakable myriad;
Perception. Our looking glass. I percieve...you percieve. One sees a crime, one sees a benevolence. One's horror is another's grace. I see a tragedy hung in a girl's eyes, i seek to free her. I PERCIEVE my ways as good, whilst other's percieve me as manipulative and my "help" as con-like influence. They say i have "broken boundaries". This is just an example. Yet, i ponder...how do you percieve?
I am the prophet
Harbinger of what you fear the most
Your enemy of belligerent honesty
Destroyer of your livelihood, built on falsehood