Enraging rhetoric

I am bound by pain

The goddess on the other side

Of the window pane

To appease them away she hides

Our hands touch the glass,

We’re the same and yet we’re estranged.

How long can I last?

When she’s free they think I’m deranged

So I turn away

Despite all her violent knocking

They’ll all call me gay

Can already hear them talking

However in time

The glass inevitably breaks

My blood spills like wine

Shards of glass and burned at the stake

How dare I disrupt

What it means to truly be man

My mind is corrupt

They tell me I don’t understand

Surely I am sick

And I cannot know who I am

My mind has been tricked

I should not go against God’s plan


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