The vermin have determined
Their sermon, their vital regulations
“Evil!” they all will call
and squall such noxious castigations.
Shut you out as they lounge about
In the doubt of their covert questions.
Knowing I would rather die
Than abide by their dubious suggestions
I ignore their pointless war
Fought only for recognition
And choose to loot their forbidden fruit
In pursuit of my mind’s volition
Isn’t it sweet to be a freak?
To seek your life’s greatest passions?
Nobody cares if you do dare
Declare your very own heart’s fashions.
They aim to convert but only hurt
Throwing dirt in your direction
Fully expecting to be correcting
You by injecting their own perfection
They spread pain disguised as gain
To obtain your dedication
Hoping you’ll subscribe to their sacred tribe
Taking their bribe of spiritual salvation
I can refuse their deluded ruse
and choose my own destination
They will deceive and blindly believe
While I achieve self-realization
Isn’t it sweet to be a freak?
To seek your life’s greatest passions?
Nobody cares if you do dare
Declare your very own heart’s fashions.
Their hate won’t cease in the least
Like a beast bringing devastation.
They attack in a ferocious pack
Without a lack of condemnation
I’ll take their stones and break their bones
Killing moans with strangulation
You can bet I’ll make them regret
But never forget the causation
They messed with me, unfortunately
Because they see an abomination
They liked to sneer, called me queer
Time to hear my refutation
Isn’t it sweet to be a freak?
To reap vengeance as your bloody reparations.
God unaware of their prayers
Nor their body parts’ locations.
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