No Remorse From Me

I’m told I should be remorseful and ask forgiveness for my sin I’m judged for what I’ve done as well for where I’ve been There are those who stand in judgment looking down their stuck up nose With every hour that passes by my hatred for them grows Who are they to judge me- I’m a God compared to them With self-righteous thoughts of grandeur Their joy is to condemn They do not know from where I come Or what path through hell I walk They sit back in their holy world and live nothing but through talk Oh so holy and oh so mighty they sit behind their walls Read their books and think grand thoughts but we know they’ve got no balls! They haven’t lived or had the need of thinking on their own They haven’t crawled this path of pain Nor met Satan on his throne They stand now in their judgement Meaning not a damn to me Claiming that they know the truth Through eyes that do not see