Take me to a church that worships the goodness in others.
I sometimes wonder how we are able to walk around on pedestals
tied to our feet, eyes clouded by some unholy
judgement. Then I wonder how it feels as your absinthe words
drip from your tongue. People say the god they know
wouldn’t dare do a thing like that. And I just scroll through comments
full of hate and that feeling you get when you realise your argument
is invalid but you keep shoving daggers
into that heathen’s throat. I also wonder if you care at all.
Most of us walk around with secrets like
film clips looping in our heads, and I wonder
if your condemning doctrine takes up
too much space in yours to even have any.