The crucifix inked on my neck burns me
A reminder of the ***** that stunted me.
Free will denied when imposed too young
The deception felt a lot like grief.

If I put a gun to His head
Maybe new meaning can be brought,
To a stain no amount of unlearning can excuse.

- don’t worry
Jesus isn’t dead, he’s ridin’ a unicorn to Narnia

20.04.14
Cuba