Hate GiftMature

Religion means so much to the world. So much so, we kill each other over it. But in that belief, they are taught not to commit such atrocities... unless it serves their master. All I have ever received from religion was guilt, pain, suffering, and a threat of eternal damnation. A recipe of hate.

When you meet your maker, kill them
Then you become the creator
A thimble full of hate is something pure
It is something beautiful
Even when we step into the light
Our shadows' still dark and disfigured
A crooked spine on a crippled vine
Do we worship an angry savior
And I have tried
To keep this down
But I cannot see your real inside
I have to see you open wide

My pain
It's all for you
My hate
It's all for you

The End

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