Hearing the voice of their own god,
it must be a pleasure,
to feel his presence and indulge his treasures.
But I cannot know this great feeling,
for I am abnormal, scarred forever
Just because I find it odd,
that a people so strong and beleiving,
keep the world forever mistreating,
a book, letters on pages, as a leader, as a god.
But this is their world, I am not supposed to be,
not here, or now, close to what I am
a person, a lover, a man who sees
so, in thier own words, I'll am the damned