More writing...

I've been doing a lot of writing lately. I can't figure out if it's because I'm bored in my Islam and Judaism class, or if I'm a teeny bit creative. I don't think these lyrics are really any good, but I figure if I keep writing then something notable will jump out.

Religion's Not a Choice
I can't lay down my burdens,
on some unknown diety.
In the end, they're all I have left.
Your ways of persuasion
leave much to be desired.
How can I convert,
when your religion leaves me choking?
(choke, choke, choke)
Is this your goal?
In my asphyxiation, I lose my will to your god?
I bite the hand that beats me.

I'm "sorry" again.
That word's lost all meaning.
Baptise me in my sins.
May the holy ghost enter
where my happiness once resided,
but I won't go to heaven
because your god doesn't love me.

"Oh, it's not an idol",
the cross on your wall.
And it's not abuse,
when you do it for God.
Try sparing the rod
and sparing my hope.
If you pray hard enough
I may become pope.



...or I may take the jump.

How can god still love a theif,
a rapist, and a murderer,
but not a man who loves a man,
or this girl with the gun to her head?


*Dedicated to my papa, a pastor.