Denatured

I present the filth of the land:
Masters of greed, kings of the selfish heart.
Self-loathing tyrant, meet your end.

Your denature is caused by your avarice,
watch the blinding steps that you take.
Your draws in this life failed you.
In this moment, a self-revelation screaming at your ears.

Are you in disgust with yourself?
You waste your time just to spare your mind.
You can't hide away.
Can you confront the fear of your life?
It won't hide away.
You think a prophecy controls how your life will turn out?
But paths are made by hand worked to blood.
Make way here comes the fool.

Bitter I have become, when did this happen?
I have yet to know.
They pollute this air I breathe
with the stain of their words.

Why do I dream of better time this night?

There must be more of this shit walking around,
pollution at its worst