Every Sunday,
The burning dread
Of what's to come
Not far now
They shame your name
They kill your love
They scream at your wrongs
Claiming peaceful ways
Your fate is in his hands
A man of whom you must love
But fear, at the same time
That sounds abusive doesn't it?
The spirit condemns you
An afterlife sentence
Of eternal damnation
For your wrongs
But the all powerful being
Doesn't choose what's a sin
No others do that for him
And he doesn't preach for himself
No others do that too
He doesn't even give himself,
No, he sacrificed another
Shame on nonbelievers
The endless torture
One wrong is all it takes to die
So I'm sorry I'm gone
You've strung me up
Upon the burning cross
Sacrificed my soul
I shan't return
So watch me burn,
And spit in my face
Why, God, have you forsaken me?
-Dani
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