Heretic

I don't mind being the iconoclast
I'll proudly play the role of libertine
Just as long as my faith can live somewhere else
My eyes and ears are bored with you
And all of your opiate theology
Crucify me instead
And I'll be your new alpha and omega
You lost my attention a long time ago
So long ago, in fact
I don't even remember being on your side
Or debating in your favor
You lost my attention when
I lost my faith in you
When a maelstrom of doubt
And an incontrovertible un-testimony
Became me
Like 1+1=2
My glory comes from within
Not your outer doctrine
Not your fake loving-kindness
And not your Pandora's box of vanquished dreams
Your Zion is my hell
Your ambrosia, my kryptonite
Your process of completion leaves me empty as a shell
Your victory at war is my bitter fight
I'll make my own mark
I'll go on my own mission
Branded with some blinding juggernaut
But I'll rip off the scar
And not bleed a drop of guilt
Watch me walk away
I don't care if you wave goodbye
I'm probably not looking, anyway
My feet will carry me away faster than I knew I could walk
And I will finally be happy.