You say that your God loves me

You say he died for me

You say that you are happy

To be his slave

Bowed-head, lowered eyes

Knees tiered from a life

Of begging

Like a dog, for scraps of miracles

You say that I can be just like you

But have you ever stopped to consider:

Why would I want to?

Whilst you sit, ignoring humanity

I’m running with the wolves

And hunting with the hawk

As you pray for sinners like me

I’m dancing through the flames

My spirit flying, you spirit chained

Every spark in you unlighted

Every lust ignored

Is it me who needs to be saved

Or you?

You say my gods are really evil

My soul is sold

You tell us, in your smart suits and shiny cars

That the Earth needs to be raped

To make money

The forest needs to spread its legs

So you can build a supermarket

The river needs to submit

So you can charge for boating lanes

And still you say

I’m the one

Who’s sold my soul

You keep your eyes on the Bible

Never looking up to see

The virgin moon, dancing

Never hear the raven chanting

But still you claim

The blind one is me

Perhaps you’re right

But from my point of view

I’m the one-eyed pagan

In the kingdom of the blind Christians

Author’s note: I have no problem with Christianity, and most Christians are great, but this is in response to the fundamentalists that spend every waking hour claiming their religion is better than mine.