Cities are built on sand and then taken by the sea
Leaving good men with nowhere to stand, and with nowhere for me
For infanticide is perfectly acceptable at the hands of a god
And humanity is completely perfectable, but only if nothing is wrought,
And the good we do comes from the spirit but evil is all our own
For how could good come from a man who believes this world to be home
This is the faith my mother believes
This is the faith being forced upon me
She rejects my rejection of god's inherent perfection,
Continues injections of god's power, scripture's lessons,
But I still do not understand,
I still can't seem to see,
She speaks of a poisoned world
Of a savior for all of our ******* souls
She says we are sinners in god's angry hands
But is human such a bad thing to be?