"Fearless"

I am Salt (crystalline solid)
I am Brightness (light)

Which causes you to persecute thee
Yep!, Lil ol me
due to my principles, which allows me to label you as my "expendables"
to put me up on this pedestal, where I lay your hate on my plate; and make you a great debate of edibles

I have reason to believe that I was created; More like mandated;
because the poll of opinions about me are out of control,
Now you haters must pay the toll
Like, I was supposed to bow down and let you wear my crown
I command you to stop clowns!

Excuse my expressions, between the lines you'll hear the vulgarity, without them being exposed, it shows my true clarity of a diamond, 24K gold that's been through refinery

Fearless, is my aggression to my opponents of the great depression