The Perplexity Of Hybris. I Glorify Myself
Among the roses where I stand
Torn and scratched disguised by blood
I watch the puppets stagger in their unlife
Caught in the web of perplexity
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for who I am
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for what I am
Screams of frustration echo
While my feet walk across the shells of the damned
In these realms of demise
Where life seeks its mark
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for who I am
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for what I am
Listen to my laughter
High upon the wind
I walk the path of my choice
Trampling those who seek to stand in my way
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for who I am
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for what I am
A bright glowing star
Shines almost invisible
Down into the crypts in the city of worms
Where life pursues in darkness
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for who I am
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for what I am
This is my life
And I rightfully praise myself for my accomplishments
My intellect guides me
As my life ceaselessly progresses
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for who I am
I glorify myself
I glorify myself for what I am
What is hybris in a world that thrives on contempt?
What is hybris in a world that fosters shame?
What is hybris in a world where blind are made to lead?
What is hybris in a world where abstinence is a deed?
What is hybris in world where the fools are highly praised?
What is hybris for a god in a world of the impaled?
What is hybris for a god in a world that spews on strength?
What is hybris in a world where virtue is repent?