Repent
Sobbing, retching, the feelings rise.
I am sick! Sick of Christianity, of
Your false, pale, charismanity!
I see your righteous face declare
To all, that you're Holier than I.
For I am a creature you abhor,
I am something you call dark.
My deepest desires and wants,
My cravings for normality are,
Washed aside by drivel!
Every week, I sit so humble,
Bowing, scraping, soul a-tumble.
I have wrestled! I have wrestled!
Your repentance comes so hard!
Your mercy is iron… chilled…
Your Justice would freeze beer…
And what of Love? This Love of God,
A Love that stands so high.
This Love you claim exits past all,
Boundaries far and wide...
Laughable! Damnable!
How can you be so false?
You speak of Love! You speak of Mercy!
Yet where is the Mercy?
It does not exist, in human minds,
So bound by limits, ties…
A Church based, it seems, on Love,
Yet unwilling to believe.
That man and man can share, unique,
A bond that stumps all evil.
The evil of discrimination,
the evil of injustice.
The evil of such loneliness,
of never-ceasing emptiness.
The evil of denial, the evil of ice-cold hearts,
The evil of years of sitting down, accepting,
Bowing… scraping… meek tilted heads,
As if we are slaves to Almighty God.
For do you think, with your holiness,
That God finds love abhorrent?
That God would cast, to fiery pits,
Two lovers… two friends?
It is not God, who sends such laws,
But paltry, weakling humanity! They are wrong,
They are wrong! For what is Love?
What is Love? Why do you deny it yet,
Except in narrow-minded spite?
You hid behind your golden throne,
Cowardly… weak… filled with fright.
The bishops hold you to their Devil's ransom,
To their evil dark-served fears.
They turn to old Leviticus, and roar and clamour loud!
Yet do we force the women to wear veils?
Do we turn aside from pigs?
Do we follow blindly, every sexist law,
Contained in pages white therein?
No! No! No! So that is why I despise you,
That is why I turn from you, from your
Glittering, golden world. Of bishops, marble,
Gleaming tiles, from a Church of evil lies.
A Church of falsehood, lies and blood,
Of moonlighting, sex-lusted… corrupt.
Are we to take for law the words of a Church
So rife with sin? Are we to serve so blindly,
The work of the Devil therein.
For Devil's work is done all day,
That you refuse to acknowledge those,
Who stand as humans, as lovers true,
With love, a potent sword, that will cut
All evil through. So I tell you!
Repent! Repent of your sins,
Repent of your falsehoods!
Repent of your evil, superior priests,
And admit that you are wrong!
Infallibility stretches only so far,
It will carry you only a little.
There comes a time when you must bend!
Or break… forever… gone…