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?
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