Shoulder to shoulder, we stood
in our search for contellations and resolution
we found forever in that darkened sky
somewhere just beyond all the confusion

Tell us how you really feel

Tell us how you believe black people
originated from god cursing Cain
Tell us how you think

"It's the children that suffer
from interracial relationships, because
it confuses them and they don't know
which race to embrace"

Tell us how you believe the poor
"Should just stop being lazy"

How teenage girls should just accept
responsibility for their decisions
while refusing to listen to their pleas for help
after the baby is born into your cruel world

Tell us again, how your god
doesn't pick and choose
the winners and losers
in this ****** up life

"God gave us free-will,
the evil in the world is our own doing"

Tell us how saying a prayer
is more acceptable than
actually giving a ****
about your fellow man

I am looking for a reason to believe
*just tell us....

hues of Gold light, it seems,
Falls from inside your eyes,
Onto grass on the meadow floor,
And within those daisies I fly.

Shadows wrap the moonbeams,
Which onto orchids climb,
To depths untold forevermore,
Bringing rapture to this still night.

"I won't help you nor your brother
till you both get right with god"

My sister asking you for help
should have brought out any goodness
you had left inside, not this rancor and bitter swill

It's times like this I weep
it's times like this that I wonder
if heaven exists, what will we find
behind the curtain and the booming voice?

I am not a perfect soul
but the goodness inside me
yearns to grow without promise of
reward or threat of repercussion

One day you will either receive retribution
or you will just cease to exist
either way, I hope you find the peace
that the cancer you call religion, could never give you