Spiritual

The eyes that stare and judge with conviction
Masked as love and order, law and right,
A book that came, hiding hate in protection
Making demons of those who stand and fight. 

I grew up blind and knelt and prayed,
Took in the hymns of reverent deceit,
Beaten to fear the words and toe the line,
Forsaking myself to kiss his feet. 

Come beautiful saviour
Destroy us who sinned for a different love,
Pool us with whores and murdering clans
Prevent us from ever rising above. 

Oh proud country of the most high
Do your beautiful children not betray?
And even in piles of shit and blood
Your chosen ones still remain they? 

I no longer cry for you fair jewel
Turning to coal with shine like rust,
You pride the corrupt and exalt the hate
And crushing love into the dust.

The land God gave me