Sacrilegious

Stop pushing your religion down my throat Banging my head against your bible, mister Throwing hell’s fire in my wake To awaken some sort of lost Regurgitated state Of disillusionment Trying to distress the demons of out of me With your condescending Deeper then understanding Voice, resounding in these “heathen” bones of mine Holier then thou Gung ho attitude Heads twisted over pews Whispering allegations I hope I never hear Because the words that are spiraling out of your mouth now Makes my blood seem A little thicker, darker Eviler, all of the sudden By the dark eyes of Judgment You have no right to judge me I’m not a Muslim, I’m not a Jew And I guess I’m not a Christian Because if I was I guess I would be losing my religion Flushing down the drain with my soul Down to hell like they say All the lonely people In their beds fuming in their self righteous anger Drowning happiness devout in their heads Burnt in by branding of scorning and lighting of torches Against ordinary people So what if my hips sway a little bit too much when i walk My skirt is a little shorter My stance is a little stronger The words flowing from my mouth are a little bit dirtier My soul is a little bit hotter Poetry streaming from my pen is a little bit spicier Does that automatically mean That your God Wouldn’t love me?