Cold, evil spirits that cry.

Poor souls in the forest at night.

Poor, pure angels that die.

Blame it all on evil beings,

Saying god does all the freeings.

Don't care as long and they're not fleeing.

"The devil made me do it!"

He didn't make you do shit.

He gave you free choice and you absolutley ignored it.

He gave you the right to choose your own path,

He gave you the right to cry or to laugh.

He gave you the right to do what you want,

Something that god just hasn't planned.

He gave you the chance to be who you are.

He was the one who was equal and fair.

"He hates all humans, he sends them to hell!"

That's what they made him, after he fell.

He was an angel, pure and white.

Always generous, bringer of light.

But then one day he realized something ain't right.

He realized god doesn't give all the same right.

That god had favorites, and some that he hates.

Said we were born without any faith.

So tell them the truth, honesty hurts.

But it doesn't hurt worse than living a lie.

Believing that only angels could fly,

Believing he made me, just to die.

Believing my creation was a mistake,

That it's not what god wants, that I'm fake.

God only loves cishets, and white rich men.

Who do all that they can, because all is what they can.

And I wonder how they feel, powerful and big.

Not labeled as gross, pathetic and sick.

Not to be called a fag everyday.

"God doesn't love sinners."

That's what they say.

Praying to a god that only loves them.

A god that sends you to torture for being born "wrong".

A god that doesn't want people to know,

How he treated his children, "He loves them all so."

But god was Lord Lucifers father,

But then, when he thought farther,

He was sent away, to the abyss, the hell.

That's what they don't tell you, that's why he fell.

God says we'll get tortured, in inferno, for sin,

When he was the one who created him.

He's the one playing fate like a game.

"Who'll win in life? Who'll fail?"

God doesn't love me, and I don't love god.

It's not what I think and it's not what I thought.

Demons aren't cruel, like you portray them to be.

They're angels that fell, you just don't wanna see,

The truth that lies hidden between all your lies,

The truth that christians desperately despise.

God doesn't love me, and neither do I.

But angels can lie, demons can cry, in the end, we all die.

01th January 2022