They look down from their holy thrones They pass judgement onto those that stray from the pack To be different is to be unique To be unique is to be a sin And to sin is to burn
With venom filled words they whip our backs, They strip us of our humanity They toss us onto the wildlands Just for being who we are, We're nothing more than **** to them
The sacred boundaries they claim, Have been defiled with our very existence To love is to bring about hate To hate is to commit suicide And to die by our own hand, Is just another proof of our sin of life
The robed men preach their indignity Scream their hate March their ignorance
Banned from a hypocritical dystopian We're scared and traumatized Divided and hunted down Hurt and dying
To be a loving God, you must be Perfect To be a holy angel, you must be free of all sins To be human, however, you must learn to love
So now we ask you, the "holy" tyrants If to be human, you must learn to love, What is it that you truly are? Perhaps, just maybe, you're the blasphemous sinners you claim us to be
If you haven't guessed it, this is a poem about "religious" people who believe that being who you are is a sin.