Better Religion
‘I can do everything through Him who gives me strength.’
Sorry, Lord; it’s no longer you.
I rid myself of your religion, purge the poison
That had me bowing down to humans being
You. Pretend prophets and sacred sinners
Defining my worth, decrying my world,
Condemning my life in the name of Your Word.
Preach no more, as I profess my love to another.
My sister has the first gospel, I have the fourth,
And that’s a better religion for us both.
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