G-D

Here I am, in a dark alley, Hiding from the blind and keeping my lips, Sealed so the deaf won’t listen, Listen to who I am, or see who I am. Yet here I am, In this dark alley renting religion, From a priest in secrecy. In secrecy so my lips won’t burn, From the scriptures I so wish to speak in foreign ears. In secrecy so my body will not be torn, And fed to the lechers who once spoke, What I chose to speak. Yet here I am letting my tongue dance, Dance to the belief we all worship the same god.