How do you suffer? Feel pain? 
Feel sorrow for anything?
All those bodies in your wake
I see you hanging by your noose
Delivered, divine excuse
Drowning sirens in your lake
It's a sonnet 
But there's no way to put a ribbon on it [bad word] believing 
You will never find the strength in grieving
The burden of proof lies on you
 [bad word] this, I'm done arguing
Our fate is not bound to your cold foretelling
And the doctrine that you serve does not serve this discussion
Irrelevant nonsense disqualifies you

It's a sonnet 
There's no way to put a ribbon on it
While you're leaving 
The rest of us will be here grieving
Cradling our reason

Hallowed Be Thy Name, Thy Shame
Sing the words in line and prey
Hallowed Be thy Name, Thy Shame
Walk, willfully in reins

Hurricanes [bad word] like empires
Rising seas your willful God's damning lake of fire
And your certainty dismisses solution
The result of our behavior is the reason that [bad word] 
It's a sonnet
There's no way to put a ribbon on it
While you're leaving 
The rest of us will be here grieving
Cradling our reason

Hallowed Be Thy Name, Thy Shame
Sing the words in line and prey
Hallowed Be thy Name, Thy Shame
March willingly into...

Wars won't be named, won't be framed, won't be strange
You and not just them will fight for land, hanging man, 
Will you still prey then?

I'm done arguing
Our fate is bound by innovation, not theory or fiction
That book you love but never read shouldn't leap into debate
Especially when your faith absolves you of empathy
Accountability

Hallowed Be Thy Name, Thy Shame
Sing the words in time and prey
Hallowed Be thy Name, Thy Shame
Fight for a home in the name
In the name

We will be killing for it