Your Religion

Composure first then reaction,

Wait…no, reaction first then composure,

Oh how the strong man lacks clemency,

And tears.

 

The sword of your religion to pierce my back,

Restrain the sin inside,

Arrest the rest of good,

Judge what my thoughts tell me.

 

The horror of your righteous words,

The terror to your sainted tongue,

The screams in your eyes,

Tell me I am wrong,

For the quipping mouth and jesting jaws,

Will break at untruths.

 

 

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