Causality.

The consequence of sin,
comes from within.
There is no brimstone and fire,
without the desire,
to see yourself in truths flames.

I see through your lies,
and patronizing disguise.
My reward for this realization,
is being an ant burnt in magnification.
I'm done with playground games.

You pulled a gun and told me to choose.
But there never was a choice.
What now, do i have to lose?
When my ears, alone, hear my voice.

Instead of taking a bow,
I stand up to you now.
And your ownership in forged claims.

Written off with more than a whim.
What can you expect from him?
When your support only maims.