I affirm it freely like a bold lion:
Don’t come knocking on my door,
to thrust your God on me,
If you do,
I will chew you to shreds!
For I hate not, your toy God,
But I’d like to hear not, about Him,
in my clean ears.
For I hate to be a slave
to the next author’s fictional character,
Followed by a mass of hypocrites,
An author that dubbed my forefathers
For they have shrunken my pride,
In their holy book, by painting me
As a fool, for not bowing to their fictional master.
You try so hard,
To drag me into your fanciful path,
If your belief is not proven to be true,
Why do you think it’s superior than mine?