Words.

Burn me alive

Let my soul burn as well.

Because I'd rather burn than weep in hell.

That's where I'm going.

That's where I know I'll go.

I'm still so young.

Yet so sure of eternal hell fire.

I love my religion.

I love the idea of God and angels.

But the idea of Lucifer and demons leaves me crying at night.

Knowing that I'll never be able to fight.

Knowing that I'll never be right.

God isn't gonna bring me to the light.

Because if he does.

He know I might not believe it's real.

Because who am I to deserve eternal paradise?

When there are so many others that do so much more than I.

Who am I to play any role to him?

I am not important.

I'm just an extra in a movie played by Scarlett Johansen.

Drowned out because of the importance of another.

I'm the kid sitting in the back of the classroom, afraid to speak for the fear of failure or embarrassment.

God doesn't look my way when I cry.

At least I don't think he does.

I don't go to the mosque.

I don't pray like I should.

I don't know much about my own religion.

Just the fact that I was born into it.

I want to show Allah how much good I can do.

But I am too afraid to.

So please spare me and let the Angels pass through the gates into paradise.

And let me burn alive.