I am a writer
I write the unreal
I stretch the truth
I write to reveal
that we write our own truths,
that yours cannot be mine
Your bible can be your truth
It can be the home of your shrine,
but not mine.
I refuse to believe in words written by men
even if they say they were guided by a spirit.
To those words I refuse to say Amen
because the hand will write only what you will it.
You can tell me to write about a death,
I can refuse
or write about how you took his last breath,
how he had no bruise.
I will admit, some words are wise
Heartfelt and warm
but I will not believe the lies
That God will create a storm
to banish us all to hell
for loving who we love
for wanting to rebel
while still loving you, God above.
I'm waiting for you to come
and take a bible and just smile
and not blame them for being so dumb
and opening your arms and taking us down the mile
Unlike what people believe, that you'll take us to trial.
I don't think we're here to forsake and accuse
to say who will win and who will lose.
They dare to judge us and yell
While preaching of love that the bible tells.
Screaming in hate and anger
and putting innocent people in danger.
They read the bible and claim to follow it
while accusing and hating us for not doing it.
Well, this I will say.
In my home I pray.
Because I know I'm not like them.
I don't go to church and pretend.
To believe, to follow.
Walking with a Faith so hollow.
I have my faith, I hold it proud
I walk with it against any crowd.
I can come inside my home and out
And have no single doubt.
Not like them, who go to their church and pray
then go out and don't pray a day.
So, I tell you this
I love books, but I see no truth in one
I see the hope and good will that exists
but the hate, the accusations... there is no love in that, with all this said, I now declare this, done.
