Goddamn your holy deity,
That one who keeps you safe.
The one promoting homogeneity,
Heterosexuality and preaching hypocritical faith.
You will always find what you seek,
And a way to get there,
In the book so oblique,
And a quick evening prayer.
But somebody always will pay,
Be them atheist blind of meek.
Your Aryan race,
Blind believers of lies,
That begot difference among us all.
Now we stand in two armies,
Living and breathing together,
United by acceptance,
Bifurcated by belief,
But only one ever preaches,
To a troubling extent,
Gripping violently and ignorantly,
To the fist of deity.
The empty spaces in the sky.
Scared of control of destiny.
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