Saw a wretched man
living in shacks
His beliefs were very
soft just like wax
Bought his beliefs
with bundle of rupees
Took it in sunlight and
molded with ease

Saw a gullible man
standing on street
Cheated his beliefs
with language sweet
His beliefs resembled
some old wood
Sawed and chiseled
it the best I could

Saw a strong man
holding his beliefs tight
Forcefully took his
beliefs with a fight
His beliefs were
like some metal hard
To bring it in shape I
hammered and charred

Double negatives
Triple positives
Tattoo artist
But hey at least he still prays
Bible so strong it stings me sometimes

Mosquito bites
Stingers
Just hungry for blood
Sinners
Ain't hungry for nothin' but love

Dear God
Oh God Almighty
Teach me the reason for why
Gays sit on bleachers
But sacrilegious straight people
Become preachers

That boy ain't evil
He just wants to be accepted
But doesn't expect he'll ever get respect
So instead he accepts that liking boys is WRONG

Certain straight people act like their marriage is at stake
Eating steak off their plates
At the empty table of their passionless partnership

Gay is real
It ain't no trend

Closed curtains
Closeted hallways

Judging something you can't feel is wrong
So how can you judge those who are in love for all the right reasons
While right wing it and act like religion is the real reason

Do not destroy those who could never find it in their hearts to hurt you back

Love is love
So leave it alone

I will remain silent
Even when my body aches
From the pressure placed
From the world
I will remain silent.

I will remain silent
Even when I am being
Persecuted for my beliefs
I will remain silent.

My silence shows
My triumph
It shows that you
Will not make me show
The colors
Rooted deep within my Soul.

While I try to figure
Which is the trigger
And which the consequence,
A battle breaks out
Externalities cave in.
Simultaneity takes on a horrid meaning.
Anticipation becomes the catalyst
Of a demon that I created
But know not *******.

I forget where my comfort zone lies
In the sphere of my inability
To face, to do things all these years,
Or the realm I wanted to leap to.
There's no single-leap shortcut though,
I've been crawling all the while
With my head buried in the sand.

Sometimes people
                                   don't know how to take,
                                                                ­           the works of art that I create.
            
I don't understand
                                  how knowing who I am
                                                                ­           causes the problems at hand.

They think that I am
                                    living in a dream,
                                                              bu­t  there's truth behind what I say,

AND how they make me seem.
                                    I can still say to the whole world
                                                           ­       I know the meaning of C.R.E.A.M.

But cash rules nothing in my world,
                                     I care less for the dollars
                                                                ­   And all about the DREAM

But I wouldn't mind the paper
                                and I am flattered by the follows
                                                       Because not even evil is all that it seems.