You're Not My Parents

I’m sorry Father, I’m sorry Mother,
but I am not your dear credulous child.
The book of little truths fat lies smother
never had a strong hold or had me beguiled.

 

I’m an inquisitor whose been refused vindication,
and with time I saw all the gaping holes.
These harry beliefs will never be my salvation,
there’s nothing to be saved from as me my heart controls.

 

I don’t believe hell exists, doesn’t make much sense,
but if it does I know I’d have friends with me.
God supposedly loves all at any expense,
so how can heaven with hell be?

 

As a child I held the belief only through fear,
now I’m grown, done being bemused.
I don’t mean to offend, suppose I’m just queer,
but I believe the book has been misused.

 

I’m sorry Father, I’m sorry Mother,
but you’ve been dead long before I was born now.
I do not belong with your beliefs or the other,
and with this I leave you with a bow.