by Nick Gisburne
The tattoo of your story, in my skin
Reveals I have no reason to exist
Offended by your faith, I must begin
To free myself, to turn away, to twist
Protecting every disappointing place
Has tested my commitment as your god
Let all the might and majesty of space
Astound you, from the common to the odd
The world is not a blessing, nor a curse
Your fate is freedom, here, beneath the skies
Consider: what is better, what is worse
My pity, or the anger in these eyes?
You have no use for me, nor I for you
Live life, live long, live well, in all you do
