Mother Church and I
Mother Church came to me today and laid Her hands on me
Her verdict spouted from the mouths of mortals was guilty
My soul doomed to live in everlasting denial of Religion
Cast aside as refuse, I lay, heaving bitterness for Her decision
Harshly uttered words fell; swallowing my faith and my love
I yelled as loudly as I could that this body was not dead
This soul was not sold out to the Wicked One, Submission
FORGIVE me for being myself…?