The Scorn of Inheritance

The object of scorn is what I am
The lonely and discraceful man
Go ahead and throw your stones
I walk among you with my head held low


I was born into a lie of hate
Blueprints for every step I take


Bred me to believe in the God I cannot see
I've been decieved when I thought myself free
When I opened my eyes and saw the world
You grieved, and you forsook me


Cast down from this throne of false respect
Condemned as an unholy heretic
Dirty heathen, outcast unclean
For denying the words of your theology...
...Although my mind
Has never felt so free


As I walk the magnificent earth this night
I gaze around me and tears fill my eyes
A newfound respect for this world of mine
Without the gaze of God upon my back
And the false morality which froze my tracks


...I am free now.


(Dedicated to all atheists, agnostics, humanists, and witches who have been persecuted by any religious orders)