5 acessos
I no longer feel scars of the obsession
Now I can think and live my life
When slavered by religion I had fear
Everything was terrorizing and
I would always lower my head
It is dead, I myself committed this crime
I killed the religion that existed in me
My power of existing was unmerciful
I've assassin my own faith.
Now I can breathe
I felt pleasure when I saw
the remains of its death
And now when the wind touches me,
I feel it all is real and acceptable
I can feel my emotions without
the influence of the illusion
and the fear caused by it
I look and I see its death with a sarcastic look
Die while I taste this moment
Seeing you like this, I see no power at all