Hypocrite

Naseauted by the sermon, by their definition of love brush the taste of vomit off of my tongue. Head screaming, sit in a pew. "lord, the father. My heart belongs to you" assuring the assured, with their egos oh so tall. all the while assuring me I will fall. The screaming masses of bodies The adrenaline, running through everyone in an electric current. The night before that sunday So fun Protesting the church Masked they stand, in clouds of tear gas and hate. Screaming about the right of man. No. She will marry her wife. No matter what these people say. The sunday school teacher, Intoxicated enough to forget the next line in their group chant. Lord the father, my heart belongs to you. Hypocrite. The word rings in her ears.