The prejudice lurks, a gestating beast,
hate masquerading as faith, intolerance as belief,
while, righteous tongues mouth prayers,
beseeching Him for tax-relief.

I tire of the sermons, spewed forth each day,
threatening damnation, promising paradise,
while, blanketed in the cosy comfort,
of carefully crafted lies,

Do not waste your breath here,
I refuse to succumb to your wiles,
take your God elsewhere,
He is not welcome now,
So, leave me to my fate,
for I refuse to bow.