I once went to a church
I truly did not want to go to
They sang
Of love
Of mercy
Of forgiveness
Of acceptance
Then demanded money
And preached of the devils
Who loved those of the same gender
How we, as Christians, are not special
But have the duty to "save" those
"Poor
Lost
Souls"
To save those who are apparently not worthy
Of love
Or mercy
Those who cannot be forgiven
Or accepted
We are not special
And yet we must prove ourselves
Superior
To those who are true to themselves?
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Poems of a Neurotic Insomniac
PoetryLet's see how this goes. It's time for this sleep-deprived, emotionally-unstable creature to write some shit down.
