A New Language

I run with the pack
With every freedom
I am god
My selfishness embodied
Strong enough to build this mountain
A barrier you're cowardly to call
By it's proper name"
I am a man who screams aloud
As for I am

Nothing
Humility
Exercised
Honest
Enough

To humble any man
Who seeks his peace
And I call it by its name
"Jealousy"

It turns the kindest of men green
With rage
And eats
Them from
The inside, I've climbed your mountain and
Found it to
Be no more
Than a mole
Hill compared
To the hate you harbor for christ

I'd call
It by
Its name
If it
Had one

Rebellion against faith based on its failed followers
A rotting fool tied upon our necks that carry the blood of the
Crusades and the
Misunderstanding
Of homosexuality
A different time
And a different language
For a different people
Where morals were a foundation