Support.

Go ahead. Say it.
See if I care.
Your words, they mean nothing.
Your fists, they don't scare.

You can call me whatever.
You can threaten me, too.
But I won't see you in Heaven.
That's why I pity you.

You call their lives sin,
Because of something you've read.
But what do you call it,
When he's lying there, dead?

Is that not sin too?
Or have the rules changed...
The straight man's interpretation,
Holy laws rearranged.

There's just something 'bout ignorance...
That just seems to breed hate.
I'm sure you'll see truth,
But by then it's too late.

4/15/07