my faith, your faith, blind faith in your face

[delissio]

i am not sick in the sense that you think,
but before i can begin to suffer,
my wounds must first heal.

you tear me apart and dont even bother picking up the pieces
Our all loving God i was raised to know and trust
can somehow hate me and banish me to hell

perhaps you, the hypocritical fool will burn, for i am your son but also your brother
and as is stated in our faith "if you do not love your brohter, whom you have seen,
then you also do not love your father, whom you have not seen"

life is no game, quit changing the rules,
if you hate a part of me, you hate all of me
accept me right now or i quit