• kitty_ke 5w

    My Christ

    “Religion is the opium for the poor”,
    They didn't know it's for the pure,
    They scolded my Christ,
    Shamed him but he is my first,
    They don't know the peace i have,
    Having chosen this path of love,
    And i chose to hate my past,
    Prayed and had to fast,
    And held fast to the faith,
    To which my Christ had paid,
    I didn't know it'd be sweet,
    After all the pain on his feet,
    Not forgetting the nail,
    Trully him i hail.