Everything is truth and everything is permitted.

When millions of minions attack you.
They have taken your identity, taken your mind, and your voice.

You are drowned in their fantasy, you are seeing things.
You are who they view as crazed and a psycho.

They viciously portrayed you as the infidel and the unforgivable.
They put you on the cross for transformation.

The transcending into the minions.

Alas, you merely tell the truth and when truth becomes vicious, it slowly poisons who you are and in the end, you become the millions of minions.

The visionary is banished and forgone into the void.

I can see the power of structure collapsing.
The temple builds in ye sky and the pyramid is up high.

I can see the priests and the nobles fleeing.
Finally, they abandon the minions.

Millions of minions bow down,
and their cold bodies are buried with the flame of anger.
Millions of minions are awakening,
the land will tremble, and the wind shall roar.

Behold the anger of millions.