On the day my god died, we died too.
Counting the cost, I never thought to factor us in.
You and I
The one true thing–sisters that always endure.
You traded us in for an imaginary god–our laughter for empty praise
Our love for worthless worship.
Your angry and bitter god rewrote our story and you bought it.
You bought the lie and sold it to others.
I loved you, was there for you, kept your secrets, held your hand.
We shared everything–Why not this?
Your dividing devil deemed me evil–evil I am.
With your Jesus sword you separated us–marrow from bone
Your blind blinking eyes looking up for reassurance
Reassurance you have created—only you.
Sing your praise songs.
Quote your scripture.
Continue to comfort yourself
While our sisterly skeleton lies stinking in the sun.
You bend and scrape to your god for my salvation
Yet it is you
And it is I