Untitled (racism as religion)
You call yourself a christian
Well you can keep hiding behind
The lies that you claim
Are buried between the lines of the bible
Must be different than the ones I’ve encountered
You’re no better than the “sinners”
Because in this fantasy world
You’ve designed he who disagrees dies?
There’s nothing in the actual world
To prove your righteousness
Only someone whose hatred
Makes them fight for all the wrong reasons
How about letting us love
Who WE are intended
Not prescribed by you but the Gods and Goddesses inside of me
See, I have found my religion
My reason to be
And just because YOU don’t agree
That you’ve got something over me
It means that we’re two different people
Living on one planet, yet worlds away
Running a race at a different pace
One that I can’t finish when you won’t even let me start
Why do we each feel the need to become something else?
Why do I have to force myself into adulthood through conformity for any thing or anyone?
Conformity exists inside of each of us, whether we like it or not. Hell punks and goths rebel
against the idea of conformity, yet conform to this norm on a daily basis.