Holy War

I absolutely hate the Church. They're all up in my kitchen, telling me what to do, what I can't do, what I'm allowed to think. They've hung a heavy dose of guilt around my neck and it gets so heavy sometimes I can barely move.

I think about waging war, taking on the Church and all the elders and giving them a taste of fear like they deserve. But it's just a dream. With the shame sheets they've tied around us, every sin shows up red, and they know who needs punishing. It's best to stay as pure as possible.