Death of the Cross

Show me your truths, your visions,
Let me see your holy divine,
Show me the hopes destroyed and whithered,
By a people and doctrine fucking unkind.

Let me hear your promises of a better life,
Salvation for the believers and virgins alone,
Your words they light up my dark existence,
Then obliterate me, your highness, on your throne.

Show me the promised land of milk and honey
Give me the paradise of poison and hate,
And this land surrounded by purest evil,
With the devil and his angels guarding the gate.

Show me the written law that makes me happy
And bullshit scriptures that make me bleed,
The prophecies of my suffering and destruction,
And the eternal damnation for defying your creed.

Let me see your truths and visions
Of me and my people being torn apart,
Of our torture and holy persecution,
As I rip out and destroy my long-stilled heart.

©Antonio Beardall
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