Thine Ire Riseth

They try to tell me what I should feel, But in this reality I will not kneel, Down to the ground with the lot of it, A putrid pile of shit on this life, I try to put a stake into my ground, Right down into the curse of strife, Lie and deceive for this is naught. Come up to the surface and breathe new life, Try to treat me different cause I'm not thy, Thine ire rises to smite it from the source, The life you saught and faught for is right here, A final dawn to leave and to rise in. They try to tell me what I can and can't know, But in this reality I will never kneel, Down to the ground with the lot of it, This putrid pile of shit on my life, Drowning out the sound to end this strife, And a stake through the heart of my ground, The lies and deceit because this is naught.