You tell me that your god loves me.

That He can save me from eternal damnation.

He can save me from a resting place in hell.

But first,

I need to get rid of my girlfriend.

I need to be shocked straight.

I need to renounce the devil.

I need to admit my sin,

Instead of admitting my love.

Adam and Eve,

Not Adam and Steve.

You find every verse in your script that mentions sin.

You find every way to apply every sin to my life.

You find every hymn that can open my heart to your god.

You find every piece of evidence you can use to vaguely justify your bullshit.

You find every reason why your god should be my god, too.

My god has a saying:

All are welcome here.

All who are riddled with anxiety and depression.

All who carry only a pair of dice in their pockets.

All who stumble a little over the bottles on their floor.

All who are on their second, third, fourth, fifth life partner.

All who can no longer remember the truth amidst the lies.

All who shake your hand with shackles around their wrists.

All who have scar-filled legs from tear-filled nights.

I don't remember there being an

Except you.

No, not you.

Absolutely not.

The main foundation

Of any religion

Boils down to

Three basic points:

Love your god,

Love your neighbor,

And love yourself.

Who's to say what any of this looks like?

Who's to say when to pray?

Who's to say what to believe,

Or how to believe it?

I know none of this hatred came from my god.

None of this judgment,

This exclusion,

This hate-crime ideology,

This selectivity,

This loveless campaign...

None of this

Came from my god.

You tell me that your god loves me,

And I do believe that.

But I don't believe that you do.

Which is fine,

Because last I checked,

Nobody asked you.

They only asked their god.

May my last breath on Earth,

Be my first with you in our heavenly place.

You, who laid down your life.

You, who carries my soul and my sin.

You, who answered my prayers.

This is Amazing Grace,

And the sound is truly sweet.

Because I am being welcomed into my god's house.

At the end of the day,

Your love is unfailing,

And love truly does win.