The faithful condemn, they condone persecution,
as the suicides plummet with nowhere to turn.
For, if Christ cannot love them, then why should they live?
And, if God won't accept them, then they'll just have to burn.
There is only one faith and one road to be traveled,
which leads to that mountain where Man may find love.
But there's only a handful of rich men and preacher men
Able to lie and reach Heaven above.
So the suicides have to be burning in Hell now
and those of us left are just souls lost in sin.
And we're told by the faithful how evil we are
and that we must give them money to be born again.
But I can't help but think that, if Christ came to Earth now,
a pauper, hippie, a heretic man,
the faithful who worship him would crown him with thorns again,
call him a sinner and drive nails in his hands.
And we who have wandered a world without meaning
would find there a martyr who, for us, his life lost,
then our children will reign in some bigoted future
and impale the same outcast on the hypocrites' cross.
©Tracy A. Evans / 31 August, 1990