Your religion is my perdition.
Damned derision: your vile vision.
Bring me to the brink of death
With your bile-poison breath.
Begging on your hands and knees
Praying for denial of my needs.
Don't you hear my weeping pleas?
See this wound that seeps and bleeds?
You act out of fatuous fear.
What abhorrent lies did you hear?
Your end ticks closer near;
You belong not in this year.
By the capricious grace of God,
Obdurate scriptures which you so fond;
Upon my life you have trod.
Now it's time you rot into the sod.