Your prayers,

I don't feel them in my heart

It is not hate

That I stare coldly at the son of god

I can not force the blood of Christ

To flow through me

God is love and his love is dead



Drown your sorrows in prayer

But your prayers will never change the world

I separate myself

From those who chase the spirit

I can't fall to my knees

And pretend like all the rest

This is a soul that doesn't need saving



Their paradise not mine; an illusion I will not believe

Divine presence of perfection, turns sour in my gaze

Why should I feel compassion for the suffering of your God

For all the pain he allows, I give him what he deserves



In the name of the Father,

In the name of the Son

Where is the Holy Spirit, I feel nothing

As I stare upon the crucifix, I feel nothing for a God I never knew

I refuse to embrace, and live by his word



I take not of his body

I take not of his blood

I don't need salvation

Or his forgiveness

I don't want his kingdom

My kingdom is here