I started writing this big long rant about humans and love and hate and blah, blah, blah. I decided none of you wanted to read that much, especially since there is always something in the media to promulgate the hatred of some individual(s). So, I wrote a poem. Enjoy!
I wasn’t raised in the House of God
And according to some there is no Heaven for me.
So what if I like to be with a broad?
Who knows? She may be the only Heaven I need.
I wasn’t raised in the Pits of Hell
But according to some that’s what’s in store for me.
If that’s all that religion has to sell,
Then I guess I’ll go, and all the warmer I’ll be.
I wasn’t raised in the House of God
And I don’t think there’s anything wrong with those who were.
But, I can’t stand those who are frauds,
Preaching their Holiness when it’s Sin they prefer.
I wasn’t raised in the Pits of Hell
And who cares if that’s my destiny?
I know to treat others well
And judge not, for there are others that judge plenty.
Autumn Siders 