Dear powerless God
False martyr
Fool
True bringer of violence, pain, and sadness
I know I will always be pure
I have yet to lose the battle
I refuse to lose to a myth, creature, or a fucking book
I gather my fellow man here to day to call out this fucking fake
I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate
Stand before me
Flames burn in all man’s eyes
Obliterate a system of believers
Weak minds weep and they die
Stand tall against all myth bringers
Your faith breeds death; you are alone in this
Fear no God
Weep no longer
I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate
Stand before me
I, a man of flesh and blood
Air in my lungs
I challenge you Jesu
Stand before me