Crossbearer

Tear it from its cross

Shake it to pieces

Scream demon wind into its ears

I'm not getting an answer

How can you be so fucking real?

Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser me of a figment.

Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness or kindness.

Crossbearer

Crossbearer

Holy wars, killing in the name of God, the right to be minimized

under the rule of the unseen greatness.

I cannot bow my head or kneel my figure to a fake symbol.

And yet I dream and walk this earth in free thought for myself,

proving my existence without this form of worship.

So now let me spit upon the cross of your worship, or kill me in the

name of God.

I only understand its hate,

the skin beneath a mask of shallow actions.

Under the rule of the unseen greatness,

a book of superstitions to live by, living blind.

Now I turn my back upon this crossbearer, the lesser me of a figment.

Never am I guided by its wisdom, gentleness or kindness.

Crossbearer

Crossbearer