Anti-theory.

 

I get it-
I get it. I don't fit in,
I don't believe, I continue to 'sin'
and I refuse to change, for the sake
of a well-known fabled name that I cannot feel.

Crazy stares and fake smiles ripple across faces that I notice
are well made-up, regardless of weight, well-played up,
regardless of shame. I refuse to be tamed.
I REFUSE to be part of the center of blame for bad manners
different thinking planners, time and time again marked off
crossed, checked, scribbled through, by and by
It's still not a perfect time to try and influence me to be.
“You are the One” is chanted, sung, praised, danced, staring
up at a wooden crucifix, the center of a myth.I refuse to join.

I refuse to 'sin'. It's not my thing,
I swear, I've tried. I've died, over and over,
Cringed inside during confession, cried over lack of faith
and the guilt is a burden more heavy than anything I can ever bear.
So I cast off my burden. I throw off the cover of the personal crucifix, and I
I give my crucifix away.
I respect your decision to assimilate into a clan, obviously flawed
despite 'well disguised inventions' from most of the peasants
in an army, regardless of how peaceful the intentions.

Reviews

[Gastroc.]

ah- religion. one of the most powerful topics to write about. everyone has a view about religion; even when you're anti-religion. loved this.

especially: "You are the One" is chanted, sung, praised, danced, staring
up at a wooden crucifix, the center of a myth.I refuse to join."