CW//might be disturbing
- Bloodshed
(Poem by me)
You spread verses
From your corrupted book
For flaws you always look
Saying you'll free us from curses
Claim that He'll guide me
And that He's so good
You're willing to destroy childhoods
No matter to what degree
You say to fight evil
But you spread all of it
When criticised, you throw a fit
Your beliefs are medieval
If you're so innocent
Then why do you pray for forgiveness?
Why do you ask to be blessed?
You cause your own torment
You say it's a minority
That you're not like them
You say that they're condemned
Even your highest authority
But I've seen your true colours
As we have crossed paths before
Calling everyone a whore
Don't call us your sister or brother
Your corrupted symbol
One of torture
Representative of your nature
You don't earn redemption that simple
Abusing people constantly
To cleanse their spirit
In front of children, you're the one explicit
I won't forget your atrocities
You're submissive to Him
But aggressive to us
You fight against our rights
And still you claim you're loving
Bloodshed, your true language
Erasing thousands of cultures
Replacing it with your disgusting structures
You're not opressed, you have an advantage
Being nice doesn't cancel out your sins
As I know what goes on behind closed doors
Telling children hate filled folklore
Always bringing them to tears
People you worship
Are perverse in their mind
And harm their own kind
I always hear their clothes unzip
Do I enrage you?
Are my words provocative?
How unfortunate
You can't make everything taboo
You say I'm brainwashed
While you force your beliefs in others
My people lose their family over a lover
Because of you they get shot
Your useless water and praying
Won't bring back my dead community
There are no limits to your cruelty
You continue your twisted portraying
It's not a form of therapy
You claim it's for honour
But it's still a murder
You get mad at the controversy
Raising your arm straight
Guiding people to genocide
Through power it's amplified
You say it was their fate
An altered form of a once innocent drawing
In favour of spreading your propaganda
The truth doesn't classify as slander
In your crimes you feel a sense of belonging
If you're so accepting
Then why are millions dead?
Shouldn't they be loved instead?
You don't know the definition of respecting
[Written in: 29/03/2023]
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