This voice, it's remained silent. I can't decipher what to say.
But these last words shall hopefully give way to my decay.
Vicious people tend to **** the life straight out of hope.
Too certain that their views ascend and belie ways to cope.
I don't need wasted theories on why man should look above.
My strength did lie within me and thus for me did I had love.
Respect, I gave, yet received none as all did pause to gloat.
Superior we stand, now listen closely. This I quote.
This grand old text shall guide you to a life that's quite serene.
Just give devotion. Prove your faith. Ignore my spiteful spleen.
Our abject admiration, firmly built upon our fear
Teaches us to cling to words to which we must adhere.
But this I ask, this final time; Think deeply. Muster thought.
Would God's perception waver based upon what I have sought?
Would such a being love me more if I had chosen fear
To justify my thoughts in choosing from which paths to veer?
For I feel that I'd stand in brighter lights had I did choose
To display moral structures never fit to be misused.
Good for the sake of goodness. Nothing here provoked by doubt.
I choose to lead a good life free of hate I'll live without.
You judge the others, telling them they'll burn for what they see.
Now blood still spills upon the streets for differing beliefs.
And if this being feels that I should follow words you preach,
I'll say shove off. Disperse thyself, you wicked, awful leech.
In this moment, I now warn that you should stop insisting
That I seek warmth from something that I feel is non-existing.
For I am grounded firmly in what I can see and feel.
True happiness, I've felt before. Its memory, I've sealed.
I felt its glow without the interference of a ghost.
Proof enough to burdened hearts who needn't be engrossed
In ideas that have caused hatred to seep into many minds
That otherwise might have sought ways to open our eyes' blinds.
The world is but a cold and ruthless savage rock of hate.
Stop judging others. Walk a path that you see fit as straight.
I tire of the deluge of calamities, defeats.
I'm weary of the loss of love that I'm doomed to repeat.
My muscles seize a final time as shaking, I do fall.
My choices have now rendered me a fixed, defeated sprawl.
I cannot move. I'm stuck in this horrendous thing called life.
I ache to feel the end of grief, afflictions, doles and strife.