Maybe In His Imperfect Image Poem by Ace Of Black Hearts

But if we lash out are we not doing it in his very imperfect image?
The same it can never be, as much as we are both human I wouldn't make it in the range for you to hear my whisper of despair before people started glaring at me with menacing eyes.
Disgust because I don't follow the same rules you do.
Keep the faith, but never assume we are all the same.
Because I am the moth that has been touched by the flame.
Morality is my only guide, like a monk there is no name I particularity worship.
Because naming seems to bring out so much hate, that is something for you debate.
But don't compare for that brings judgment down upon us all.