In books we read its god who speaks, blinded our we to the lesson they teach. Immune to bleed for His sympothy. Crusfying his son for what we seek. Better him then me, thats how we see. Giving a god damn to his relief. Saying " fuck you" we dont believe your belief. And so another day lay away as we are to stubborn. A bastard now knowing nothing. Doing un to others. Damning our brother. His truths have been covered. So next time you tell the lord love ya love him just think, Maybe Mary couldve been your mother.