Pious Pain
I have become as strong as the desires I restrain
Yet these weak vulnerabilities I still can’t explain
These feelings of exclusion, I’ve become profane
Amongst those who expertise in religious ordain
They feed me godly principles but I must abstain
I needn’t twirl in deserts, I’m a dancer of the rain
My skin’s inked, I cannot go back to being plain
A couple more and I will be subject to disdain
Years of biting my tongue, today I won’t refrain
My hell is equivalent to the substance of cocaine
How many delusions can I possibly sustain?
I hear them whine away, why can’t I complain?
They say I’ll lose none but substantially gain
If I give in to their ridiculous concept of sane
But how can I begin to live my life in such vain
When I know that there is nothing I’ll obtain?
And so an outsider is what I will forever remain
This atheistic happiness of mine is much better
Than any pious pain
