This Will Offend

This Will Offend. The prejudice lurks, a gestating beast, hate masquerading as faith, intolerance as belief, while, righteous tongues mouth prayers, beseeching Him for tax-relief. I tire of the sermons, spewed forth each day, threatening damnation, promising paradise, while, blanketed in the cosy comfort, of carefully crafted lies, Do not waste your breath here, I refuse to succumb to your wiles, take your God elsewhere, He is not welcome now, So, leave me to my fate, for I refuse to bow.