What I think of the World

Simple stated I could care less about what the world thinks
I want them to know what lives inside me
I want them to see the monster they created in me
The more and more I think the more clearly I begin to see
I never intended for this creature to ever be
But protection and corruption birthed a mongol child
Wanting nothing to keep the realm free from disease
Only wanting to take over and destroy everything he lusted for
Eating the flesh and blood of everyone who ever raised a hand
Torturing all the people that ever said I was nothing
Now this plague that consumes my soul
Wants to come out and bring havoc and disaster
I want them to fear me and I want them to quake
To shake so bad that walls fall down and bury them in the rubble
Don't get this man mad and don't stand up too fast like you're gonna do something
You'll be placed right back down where you came from
And there will be nothing left for your family to mourn over in a casket
Such a contradiction this bastard child you helped created
A little Jesus Christ mixed with some Leather Face
Knife in hand and redemption in the other
You will either love me or hate me and the choice is yours
Because where I'm coming from every one of you is my enemy
And I couldn't give a bigger shit that you stand against me
I was born into this world alone and I prefer it that way
So if you think I'm going to go back to holding the world to a certain standard
I'd rather see it all blown to hell then bow down to kings enthroned on popular thought