I no longer feel scars of the obsession
Now I can think and live my life
When slavered by religion I had fear
Everything was terrorizing and I would always lower my head

It is dead, I myself committed this crime
I killed the religion that existed in me
My power of existing was unmerciful
I’ve assassin my own faith. Now I can breathe


I felt pleasure when I saw the remains of its death
And now when the wind touches me, I feel it
All is real and acceptable, I can feel my emotions
Without the influence of the illusion and the fear caused by it

I look and I see its death with a sarcastic look
Die while I taste this moment
Seeing you like this, I see no power at all