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 fucking book. I gather my fellow man here to day to call out this fucking 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.