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

Male, raspy, blues, emotional, soul