𝑶𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒓𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒍𝒅𝒔- 𝙰 𝙿𝚘𝚎𝚝𝚛𝚢 𝙱𝚘𝚘𝚔

𝙸𝚗𝚏𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚘

"You'll burn in hell," they tell us,
But does it really matter what we do?
If we're to believe the Bible,
That dusty old book,
Written by men who thought
They had the authority to speak for God,
Then we're all sinners, aren't we?

Eve bit into the forbidden fruit,
Condemning us all.
Binding women to a story of eternal pain.
But was it really her fault?
Or that of the serpent who tricked her?
And how can we be certain
This even happened at all?
None of us were there.
The Bible wasn't written
By Adam or by Eve.

Conformity is our indulgence
For this petty original sin.
And if we differ slightly
They tell us we're condemned.
Cast into the inferno
The Hell of your creation.
What circle do we go to
For our sins of nonconformity?
None of those Dante outlined match up.

And how can you claim
To know God's intention?
You false prophet,
You wolf among sheep.
Priests abuse their power,
Religion's whip stings with each lash it deals
To the back of the nonbeliever.
But you claim this pain is sacred.

Consigned to eternal torture
Because of a life we didn't choose.
You think we do,
But the way you treat us,
Do you think we would still choose to be this way
If it was an option?

Twenty lashes
And a crown of thorns.
You mean to make us martyrs for our differences.
You say we are sinners,
But we aren't,
No more than you.
And does your own book not say
That sinners will be forgiven?
Is that not why the Son of God
Died on the cross?

You wish us in the inferno
Because we do not live like you,
But who made you the highest authority?
You do not speak for the Holy One.
Who is to say we will not reach Paradise?