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Parade
my beliefs,
Gede
This one I wrote as a representation
of what it feels like to be oppressed and placed in categories,
like they've locked you up and won't let you out... - Gede
Why should
I hide and fear
And change what hangs on my neck
Why do you glare and jeer
Your own, I have not wrecked
Why should I have to close my lips
Why am I seen as damned
It is not your sacred book I rip
And not my bookshelf's crammed
Why are my eyes a danger
Why is my stare a threat
It's the Sun God in the manger
And all my Karmic Debt
The World is my Goddess
No tree or creature, less
The Goddess the air around me
I know I'm not the best
So why do you laugh or shout
At what I hold so close
Do you know what I am about?
Don't accuse me with that Rose
I understand your God
From my biased point of view
But I see myself trying
Why can't you try too?
The star that hangs near my chest
The pentagram I say
Represents my spiritual quest
You need not pester me night and day
You see me lighting bonfires
And see all Hell inside
I see me lighting desires
Are you sure you have not lied
Or does sand cover your eyes
That you can clearly see
Only sand when eyes do open
It could surely be
So why do you reject me
Only give me yours
Why do you frown at me
I accept your Laws
But does that mean that I should live
The way that you do try
For if that book was opened
I could see that it is lies
Not that it is nothing good
But if you follow All
Then why are no cows killed
It's in there, not just simply could
So let me free from bars
That back me to the wall
Let me see the stars
And let them hear my call
Let me run through wild
Let me stretch my feet
Let me be her child
Let me touch the sleet
Let me light the fires
Let me dance in mirth
Let me fufil my desires
Let me be with the Earth
Let me ride the skies
Let me sail the clouds
Let me to me tears
Let me be in crowds
Let me drive my own mind
Let me see what I feel
Let me seek for what I find
Let me laughter, peal
Let me read my books
Let me dream again
Let me give the looks
Let me of my pain
Let me be myself
Let me touch my skin
Let me be of wealth
Let me be of sin
Let me will as I do
Let me understand
Let me see right through
Let me paint in colours and....
Let me Parade my Beliefs
By Gede Parma
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