For The Hated
Faces blur and feelings stir in the pit of your throat.
Yeah, they've got your goat
And they're slaughtering it for your own sake,
In your own good name.
Jesus hates people like you, they told you,
So you hide under your porch
While they're lighting you a torch
Because a candle just won't do.
So keep spitting blood and swallowing cum if you so wish.
It's all your own; you're all alone.
Malnourished and maladjusted,
I've seen your face fall apart,
I've seen you scratch out your heart to see if it was beating
While the choir was meeting,
And they were twisting your tongue
Trying to keep you young.
But aren't you weathered now.
Are they wondering how?
Jesus hates people like you, they told you
When you started choking red
As they cut into your skin
And dug up all your sin.
You've been baptised and chastised so many times
You're nothing but pure in my eyes.
Jesus broke your bones and your home
So you stopped speaking in tongues
And you worshipped the ground where your mother hung.
They called you names and stole your games,
They stunted your creativity with melodramatic flames.
They blackened your eyes
And cut off your thighs,
Smothered your smile with enamal-eating flies.
They said your pleurisy will kill you
But I know what fate will do.
Their hypocracy will be your death.
Don't let them steal your final breath.
Give it away.
Then what can they say?
They drove you to insanity.
But someday you'll be home with me.
And your mother will smile then.
No more drinking, no more sin.
You'll be happy forever.
You'll be in the all together.
Running in the sun.
Experiencing fun.
For the first time in your life,
You'll be free from all their strife.
But for now baby breathe.
It's not quite time to leave.
-x-