No gods left standing

Crowns are just rust

Polished bones on borrowed thrones

Prayers don’t echo

They rot in the mouths that beg

You built your heaven out of fear

Stacked the bodies, called it law

Painted halos on your tyrants

Then named the silence “god”

I’ve seen altars choke on ash

Seen saints bleed just like men

Tell me why your hands are shaking

If your faith is ironclad

You swear your power’s infinite

But it cracks when I arrive

You cling to names and lineage

I only recognize the lie

I don’t kneel

I don’t pray

I don’t bow to what decays

Your heaven’s just a story told

To keep the weak in chains

I don’t kneel

I don’t pray

I don’t need your light to see

If gods exist, they’ll die like kings

In front of me

You crowned yourself in blinding gold

Called obedience “grace”

All I see are trembling hands

And terror in your face

Your scriptures burn just like your flags

When truth cuts through the smoke

You scream my name like it’s a curse

I don’t believe in hope

Say it again

Say you’re eternal

Say it louder

Convince yourself

What is a king to a god?

What is a god

To a non-believer?

I don’t kneel

I don’t pray

I don’t bow to what decays

Your heaven’s just a grave you dig

To feel less afraid

I don’t kneel

I don’t pray

I don’t need your faith to breathe

I am what you fear the most

What won’t believe

No crown survives

No god stays clean

Faith dies screaming

When no one believes