It's been a long time coming.

A poem I wrote about my mothers efforts when I was younger to raise me as a Christian.

It's been a long time coming but I'll say what's on my mind
When I apply logic to your beliefs it's funny what I find
I don't think the same way as you, never have, never will
So it's time for you to step back, take your pride, swallow that pill
And don't you cry, surely you saw this coming
Illusions only last so long before the colours start running
The big man in the sky holds no interest for me
I'll stick to facts and knowledge not what might or might not be
I'm sick of you serving up your righteous bullshit
Telling me to martyr myself to a cause not worth it
Trying to pump me full of your pious creed
Not even you could up-root my rebellious seed
The one that made me question everything you've said
So carry on, pray for my soul before bed
But oh mother dear I think it's a bit late
These horns aren't used to keep the halo straight.

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