Of Saints and Sinners

In my opinion one of my best poems and my most direct treatment of faith and religion so far.

Of Saints and Sinners

So damned, tell me, tell me

How they can still call you a sinner

If you fight so hard to lock inner

Beast inside a cage of open wounds and blood

And how can they deny your poor resistance

But slay you down for the brute´s existence

And stomp your holy soul into the mud.

So priest, tell me, tell me

What to wish down from your heaven

If you face all of the seven

Angels with their censer right at the altar

And if you are so humble, bathing in your holy shine

And you stand before your lord in his golden shrine

Then run, now run ´cause hell is very far.

So saint, tell me, tell me

Where to put the sword of light and fire

If the darkness´ deep desire

Is located right inside my heart

And what if all the bad and evil, you wish to destroy alone

Is not to find within medieval walls of blood red stone

But right inside me and it tears my soul apart.

So lord tell me, tell me

What to think of through and through

If it turns out that we have just invented you

And were not created in the likeness of your kind

If we´d built your image out of our heads

And then to save it, died a thousand deaths,

Oh lord, we would have been so blind.

So god tell me, tell me

Why did you built your inquisition

Gave your ants their final mission

And burned them with a magnifying glass?

Did you divide this race of brothers

Oh so carelessly among your other

Colleges and then you gave them all a test too hard to pass?

Now girl, you see, you see

That I´ve become the very twisted

´cause all my pieces have been shifted

And I don´t know who and what I want to be

In the quest for my new spirit

I travelled far, got lost within it

And I´ve asked everyone but me.