Freedom Off Religion Poem by Rodion Myshkin

Convert or conform
Save thy limbs, lest they skin,
Flay and display to carcass burn.

Be saved or enslaved,
Peace is but bottled up war
That drink, drug or lust
Can churn within to holy trust.

Each dogma is one doubt
Away from torturous shout,
No door nor street treat safe
For death or god await n hide,
To slaughter reason's first cell
That thou shall not divide.

Need I a martyr of another faith
As my badge of deliverance,
Can I ever breathe away to safe death
Or will it be irreverence?