The world is this corrupt
It makes my anger erupt
In this world of Christianity and its believers
What of the rest of us achievers
In this country "like gold"
This motto is sold
We treat all fair
About everyone we care
But thats not true
Its known by few
But you blindsided fools
Being used as tools
This country only cares
About you few, the ones they left without tears
You Christians, you fearful
You will soon be left tearful
But you are the rich
An atheist is just called a bit ch
No atheist is allowed to the top
Just handed a mop
Maybe one day it will be fair
But it's not as though many care
*-Sky-*
Before you get pissed about my poem read World Corupt, My Views, and I'll say what this means!
