suffering the tyrant說

Crawling down the road of lifeanother hopeless epoch
Gruesome soul numbness
People stare, do they knowna firm fist of misery
I am suffering the tyrants
Every gesture is a malicious attack
But it shall not coincidewith the
Lion's downfall
There are no tears
Nowhere to channel the anger
No feeling of guilt
How can they feast upon the
Lion without knowing?
Nowhere to leave the pain...
He will eventually rise again
Hunt him down (when He is at his weakest)
Tempt him down (on His knees if you can)
Stronger than all ( so it's futile)
All there is left (right now) is personal pride
Enough to return with rays of light