Weak Minds

Dear powerless God,
 False martyr,
 Fool.
 True bringer of violence, pain, and sadness:
 I know I will always be pure.
 I have yet to lose the battle.
 I refuse to lose to a myth, creature, or a f*cking book.
 I gather my fellow man here to day to call out this f*cking fake.
 I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate.
 Stand before me.
 Flames burn in all man's eyes.
 Obliterate a system of believers.
 Weak minds weep and they die.
 Stand tall against all myth bringers.
 Your faith breeds death; you are alone in this.
 Fear no God,
 Weep no longer.
 I do not speak of abomination for there is nothing to abominate.
 Stand before me.
 I, a man of flesh and blood,
 Air in my lungs.
 I challenge you Jesu.
 Stand before me.