__________Take Me Down Where The Baptist Drown___________ Poem by Poetic Crisis

You are not your own,
You were bought with a price,
All hail the king,
The king of sacrifice,
I will never bow down to you,
Cuz your just an imaginary friend,
The world will see you for the fake you really are,
The people are all evovled,
Taste the apple,
Taste the fruit,
Taste the chaos,
Feel the noose,
So many lies you feed,
Through your petty machines,
I can see right through you,
Do you actually believe?
Or do you enjoy the power?
Hold your cross above your head,
As the slaves to this,
Gravel down and beg,
An everlasting serenity,
Don't forget to ask for forgiveness,
Even Charles Manson can get into heaven,
Pick at my flaws,
I won't pay for the king,
Shackles don't sound good to me,
As these walls all burn,
Their painting a pretty picture,
You must obey and pray,
Or meet the flames on your last day,
I'm not judging them,
Like your judging me,
They have minds of their own,
At least thats what it seems,
Til you pull them in,
With your empty promises,
Mothers and children sing,
About a man crucified,
Do you even understand it,
Or are you just fitting in,
Can you explain it,
So will you burn first or will it be me,
Are you a wolf or are you a sheep,
Can you save me or will i forever be cursed,
Don't judge me by the things you see,
I don't care what you think,
Sunday doesn't belong to the king,
It belongs to the devil inside of me,

I'm a 5,
I'm only human,
Your a 6,
And i always knew it,
Attempt to preach,
I'll just risit it,
Because 7 never existed...






So am i going to hell for my beliefs?