Since I was six,
I’ve had my fix,
Of Jesus Christ,
And all things nice,
Alongside the hanging crucifix.
Church beat it into my head,
“It’s a sin to wish you were dead”,
“Your mother is going to hell,
As the Bible has to foretell.”
As rapists are accepted into heaven,
Because they love the lord,
The hypocrisy feels like a weapon,
And my real emotions poured.
It is not a sin to love who you lov...
