See Me Rise




Now that I’m R.I.P, will you let me be?

The hate you carry, will it be released?

Why think it, if a Prophet is silenced,

The prophecy will not come to past.


You put all your hopes

Even vicious schemes to execute my demise,

In which you succeeded in stopping my footsteps

Only to see me rise.


Now you have seen that death is only the end

If you’ve truly died.