Lifeless but loving life, failed at everything,
and everyone.
Christ-lover and minority aggravator,
quips the small child, 'God is understanding, loving.'
And to it, quote I, 'Only if the belief is intact,
will your god understand and love.'
Clinging to the 'greater' things, for morality,
purpose, dispising the 'sinful' things, to intoxicate
and to curse.
Spit on my way of life, is only semi-Christlike,
alternate realities are found in the metaphors,
Shakespeare-esque lines rain to earth, bleaching it's face.
Understanding your own rulebook, you failed at it,
called it something false, my mind is 'the new Gorgon'
forget me and live your lives.
You will never know true freedom while
in the shadow of a god, without it you will be
reborn.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem