Love. Forgiveness. Hope.
Three words
Endless promises
Your preachers preach
Your gospels sing
Your hands fly to the air on Sundays
You sing praises for a spirit
A spirit who claims to love you
Unconditionally.
What are you trading for this love?
A promise to teach.

But what has teaching become?
Attacking radicals and pushing them onto the ground, and kicking them in the head while they're down
Forcing others to behave like what's demonstrated as perfection
Threatening flames to those who just want to live in this world, not worry about the next
To attack
To force
To threaten
I've never seen a more perfect embodiment of everything you claim to hate

Love is not evoking fear in the eyes of those who are unlike you
Love is patience, and time
Love is holding hands with and guiding the blind
Love is treating everyone as if they are god

If love is what you feel from above,
It's about time we focus on spreading love around us, rather than keeping it to ourselves
And then just maybe, it will make it's way down