I am incapable of experiencing anger, fear or sadness
Without constantly thinking about judgement
I just want to destroy all that paves my way
Without worrying about trouble with the law
I just want to piss my pants thinking about the future
Without being called an anxious neurotic
I just want to be able to shed a single tear
Without being seen as less of a man
Why on Earth would God give us these feelings
And call us infidel for exploring it?
They Are the Infidel
On the menu was not meant to be;
What a horrible thing some did see;
To be a great meal they would serve;
Those terrorists have quite a nerve.
Here we are weeping with much grief;
While they were following their belief;
Each one them will end up on hell;
It is they not us who are the infidel.
Jim Horn
I am an Infidel.
The infidel writes,
blasphemes,
rejecting cellophane sermons.
The infidel whispers,
cursing,
the benevolence of the higher power.
The infidel chokes,
gagging,
on the odour that emanates,
from self-righteous mouths.
The infidel waits,
patiently,
for the retribution that must arrive.
The infidel casts off,
the labels of faith,
of belonging,
of sanctimonious snobbery.
The infidel refuses,
To beseech the merciful god,
And to cower,
And to kneel.
The infidel stands,
At times alone.
"Let he who is without sin cast the first stone"
I, the red headed infidel
To the moon of the seven skies.
Hides from rusted croak
Busted man of desert east.
Being alone walking on bare feet
They call "no good" unbeliever.
How my spirit look at the world
They forced me their greed evil ways.
For when I, an infidel they say,
Look at star never had shine.
They taught me live on way submission,
I just come speak my soul.
I, the red headed infidel
Would only believe, if fairness dwell
Between corporeal sex differences,
Man is twice as important than women.
I hate the hate you give,
To defy me between my faith and you.
I'm no direct racial corporate
I'm the peace loving spirit.
If a rape is legal with your culture;
I, the man of dreams and humanity,
Condemn your mad words.
For I'm no desert man, I'm for justice.
The moon don't shine on seven skies
But lights the earth when darkness comes.
The sun don't rotate in your crying desert,
And won't last its thrown on camels and donkeys.