You cannot oppose decadency then tell me nothing is sacred You cannot tell me I'm too sensitive then barrage me with hatred You cannot preach guidance if your moral compass is latent And act so cavalier while advocating patience
You cannot tell me you love Jesus and throw his teachings in a forge Recast them in the flames to a weapon for your scourge You cannot read me scripture and cast the exile aside For the blessed are the weak but not the weak of mind