A quote from Paine hangs on the wall,
Something about liberty for all,
And in the darkest recesses of what used to be light,
I can feel the wise man's plight.
Hopeless pilgrims crawl,
God does not help them at all,
Endless melancholy falls,
Trapped inside these walls,
But I can't help you see.
Blind man inside his world of pain,
I look out my window and watch the rain,
Think of how the world works,
But I can't know.
Hopeless Christians call,
To a god who created nothing,
Be a slave, because you're a slave to what someone created,
Persecute me then call me a monster,
I think for myself.
Lock me up and throw away the key,
It's the only right way to be.
Devilish delight in the things I know to be right,
Ecstasy in acidic rain,
Bringing you only more pain.
You have broken yourself down overtime.
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This Lost Heathen
PuisiA poem in the form of a concept album based around an atheist named Christian In a devoutly religious town.
