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 minimalized

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

With a book of superstitions to live by,

All living blind.