A New Language

I run with the pack

With every freedom

I am god

My selfishness embodied

Strong enough to build this mountain

A barrier you're cowardly to call

By its proper name

I am a man who screams aloud

As for I am

Nothing

Humility

Exercised

Honest

Enough

To humble any man

Who seeks his peace

And I call it by its name

"Jealousy"

It turns the kindest of men green

With rage

And eats

Them from

The inside, I've climbed your mountain and

Found it to

Be no more

Than a mole

Hill compared

To the hate you harbor for Christ

I'd call

It by

Its name

If it

Had one

Rebellion against faith based on its failed followers

A rotting fool tied upon our necks that carry the blood of the

Crusades and the

Misunderstanding

Of homosexuality

A different time

And a different language

For a different people

Where morals weren't opinion