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"i run with the pack, with every freedom. |
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i am god, selfishness embodied strong enough to build this mountain. |
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a barrier you're cowardly to call by it's proper name." |
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i am a man who screams aloud as for i am nothing, |
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humility exercised honest enough to humble any man who seeks peace. |
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and i call it by its name. |
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"jealousy" it turns the kindest of men green with rage and eats them from inside. |
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i've climbed your mountain |
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and found it to be no more than a mole hill compared to the hate you harbor for christ. |
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i'd call it by it's name if it had one. |
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rebellion against faith based on it's failed followers. |
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a rotting fool tied upon our necks that carry the blood of the crusades |
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and the misunderstanding of homosexuality. |
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ammo, nothing but. a different time |
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and a different language for a different people. |
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where morals were a foundation and not controversial. |
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i am a man who's screamed for far too long |
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and near the end of his rope. |
