The Bastard Earth

I hate your fucking earth and its social rules. So I take myself away from the hypocrisy, Born from a place of conformist fools, I believe the lies are found in your ‘honesty’. Reading an article today from an opinionated priest, Believing that what he had to say was food for thought. A thought that turned the last supper in to a feast, He says we are lost, Says we only have ourselves to blame, Saying we put Jesus, the necromancer who freed us on a cross, And that the only warmth in return we gave him was ignorance, Implying that morals are dying, And that only God’s church could save us, That we should pray for redemption, Because get this, Because God made us. I believe in freedom of speech, Just not from the mouth of a corrupt institution, Who hides behind God, While they preach from a Church built on blood and bones. I say let God have a gander, At the Vatican propaganda, And make them see what we’re forced to accept, From an early age our identity was divorced from liberty, Let him see the truth under the carpet you swept, And the Bullshit that steams from respectable statesmen. So don’t live your lives to the 10 sins of stone, It’s the one single reason why you feel so alone, We are mortal not messiahs, We have dreams and desires, There is no Devil, no Angels or Christ, Just this shit earth and a short fucking life, So stop wallowing and whining The sun might be shining, If not here then find it, Soon you’ll be dead and worm feed, So lick your wounds make someone else bleed.