Venomously
I scream out in Blasphemy
At the god who claims to love
Only those good enough.
Yet he says in his words so holy.
"Everyone will know me"
Give me a break!
I can take no more.
You, my made up "god"
Are just a week metaphor.
An excuse for other's to act this way or that.
To scare children into thinking they'll burn
if they're bad.
I chose not to believe long ago.
That life is nothing but a terribly written show.
I see everything the way it is.
Some would say I dance with the devil
became his mistress.
That I am a satanistic bitch
The angel's undergarment itch.
I don't care for I live in hell.
A world full of hate,
And "sin" breeds and dwells.
Where is "God" I ask you,
Where is he?
When you are broken down,
On bended knee.
Does he hear your cries?
Does he give a damn?
He creates then destroys...
What's the point in man?
Pollute my ears no more
With your lies and make believe.
And don't say I don't have faith.
For my faith is in me.
I live my life the way I choose.
I don't do things, because I am ordered too.
No one is better than another.
No one is different
Together we suffer.
If I let my peers hang me up
If I am to be cruicified
Does that make me like jesus?
If for everyone else I died?
Fairy tales that are grim...
that's all they are...
There's no truth to them.