Words of Man - Words of Heart

I've been beaten many times, and called a freak many times. These scars seldom fade away, as the tears cease to flow from my eyes. Everyday I am put down and given sorrow, since I am different from everyone else in this world. You look at me with those cold eyes, and tell me that I'm nothing more than a sinner who is destined for hell. Yet those words you read, are far more profound and beyond you. Even though I am hurt and cry out as you strike me, I can not help but laugh at your foolish heart. You are one who claims to have compassion and virtue, yet you would forsake them just to wound me... your nothing more than lost soul yourself.

Yell at me, strike me down, try to kill me if you want... but no matter what you do to me I shall never stand down! I've dealt with this hatred of yours before many times, and it always remains the same, while your own philosophy seems to be breaking apart. This world is not destined to remain the same forever, and your books will not dominate the heart forever. You know this is the truth, since you try with desperation to force those finite words upon everyone else. Yet your efforts will be for naught, as the cruelty you have inflicted on me... will only spill blood on those books. A hundred years from now the people will look back, and see you as a creature of greed and hatred... while I will be seen as the victim to your destructive soul.

Still you refuse to leave me alone, and continue to beat me so harshly. Those eyes hold nothing but rage now... within them also flow tears, for you know I have done nothing wrong. Yet you believe in your little books so much, you believe in those icy beliefs without doubt, that even conscience means nothing to your heart now. You've taken words of wisdom and kindness... and have shaped them to benefit only you and your greed. This has been done many times before, and because of it the books you read are nothing more than the word of man. How sad that even with this known... you are still unable to accept that your flawed just like me.

I see you walk away after your done with me, no human compassion remains within your heart. I lay here and bleed, as the rain comes down from the sky. At least I can find some peace with that calm sky, as I feel the gentle rain fall on me. Ill sit here for some time, and enjoy the beauty I see, for there is nothing else I can do. If I lay my hand upon you in rage, it will only give birth to more hatred and chaos. Compassion is the only thing that will end this sorrow, it is the only thing that will ever break ignorance. Though it does not change things in one night, for the heart needs many years to change. So I will sit here still and look up, waiting for a day when your philosophies fade away and nobody will have to feel this sorrow I endure now.