Religion: how your words pierce like daggers. Even when we are apart, you still govern my life. You bring joy to billions, yet turn away from the pain you’ve wrought. It’s ironic to think we were once friends. Your warm embrace once soothed me, Now it only reminds me of my incompleteness. I’ll never truly be what was once ordained.
I understand why we need you, but is it ever enough? Is every soul under your spell enough? Why do you crave more? Why can’t you just give me him? You’ve crafted this idea, this perception of him. But whenever I feel close to grasping it, it vanishes.
You are at peace with this notion of love, this rule of confirmation. But is ink and water worth my life? Is it worth it to mock me from the heavens? The dance of pink and orange I witness each night reminds me there could be more. But I can’t believe it. I can’t believe that you truly love me, When you punish me for no longer desiring Eve.
Adam’s tender embrace is all I seek, It’s what my yearning heart reaches for. But when I ponder it, there are only two poisons. You either take him from the start… Or leave me adrift in an ocean of dead hope. You kill me swiftly or abandon me to the wolves. But I suppose this is my life, Embracing the knife in my heart, Or the water in my lungs.
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