Perfection of Darkness: The Fourth Book of Poems

Verse Five: Mortiferous and Adamant

I believe in the light of a fraud

No signs of the living God

I believe in

You deceived in

I believe in the purity of a host

It's what attacks me the most

Your words of pestilence

This is what you want to say

What you want me to think

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Taking a knife to show me in the mirror

Adjacent to my face

The blade glistening against my reflection

You convinced yourself your right

One hundred percent in a factual plight

Obsessing over the fact you do not know

So you make violence to make it grow

But I won't believe in nothing

I can't believe in not beliving in anything

The muslims bomb

The priests rape

Take it into accord

Blame religion for everything

But you can't shut your eyes

And open them again to see reality

It isn't religion

It isn't my faith

It's what we all believe in

You believe in nothing

I believe in something

Yet you have no order

It isn't our religions

It's just what we believe

They believe the infidels must die

Suffer and burn in a lie

Their way with words

Better than wielding a sword

Persuasion is all it takes

All it takes to commit a crime

They believe their outsiders

That they're unnatural

It isn't true, it's just a mistake

Seven billion debating

Do you really think there can't be a mistake?

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But despite all of this

You cannot change your mind

Hating something that you don't believe in

Hating the sinner instead of the sin

But hating the belief and the believer

I know it's true because the nails dig deeper

Because my opinions are only countered with slurs

With violence

Rip through the air

Faster than a bullet

But piercing just like one

The air smells like death now

Where have I smelled it before?

Or has it always been rotting into your skin?

It isn't a bullet you shot

Made of metal, sharper than the ice in your voice

I can see the blood oozing from me

Is it all surreal or really real?

The fact I'm dying because we cannot handle simple facts?

We are killing remorse by letting us kill

It isn't a news flash that people have their separate opinions

But Christins still kill over it

Muslims still kill over it

Atheists still kill over it

Satanists still kill over it

So just let me die

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Because we fight in a world

The scars run so deep that we cannot remember what we fight for

It's just what our parents told us

And who told them?

Their parents

And who told them?

Their parents

So I'd rather die and find out

Than argue with people who won't even listen