The Unbelievers

There are some who say there’s no redemption and we mustn’t waste time with this deception There’s nothing we can do but move on and perhaps we can see another dawn There is no absolution for our indiscretions and our past is past no need for our confessions They ask, “are we to blame for the stain in us?” No type of repentance can remove this pus These desperate people have no hope and every day they walk the tightrope Death smiles at each of us they say whether you are straight or gay No need to waste your time pretending that there is something worth defending They say that no amount of praying will ever save us from displaying The putrid stain that keeps us craving