With 25 lines, twist the sonnet that was mine
You've taken notes, you've taken quotes, you'll take a knife right to my throat
The arguments the same, "Murder in his holy name."
Evasion, ready fire aim
All we wanted, all we needed
Found in Christ, redemption in bleeding
You won't hear it now, you didn't listen then
And yet, we're called "intolerant"
Now, and we're judged again, subjugation
Now, and we're judged again, forced back down
An allotted paragraph for a time to take attack
On what we think, on what we sing, and now it's blatant labeling
Vilified in outline with a bias for malign
All those thoughts, no open minds
Tearing down, a foundation
Calling out, for a reasoning
Staring down, with blood red eyes
Falling out, with those poisoned lies