Bad Religion

I had a conversation with a lady that claims God is her father.
I told her God had long been done with me and she really shouldn't bother.

She continued on anyway, speaking rather boldly.
Most I'd heard many times before but I took in the things she told me.

She spoke of paying for sins and karma both good and bad.
She spoke of mans' destruction even though it made her sad.

I asked her why she did it, why she continued to care.
I was hanging on her answer, I was frozen in her stare.

She said to truly love was not in the nature of man.
Then she smiled at me, told me to brace myself, reached out and took my hand.

She said the last thing I wanted to hear to try and stop my hurting.
She said that I'm turning into what I hate, of that she's almost certain.

She said although I possessed a different hatred it would lead me down their path.
I could barely draw a breath as I watched a life's worth of ideas disappear without a flash.

I felt truly empty as I tried to comprehend that my views were mostly wrong.
I wondered what to do with the fury that I'd held onto for so long.

She invited me to her church so that I could experience some new people.
But it was obvious from the start that I didn't belong beneath that steeple.

She is a wise and wonderful lady but through different eyes we see.
I talk to her almost everyday and she's starting to realize I'm a necessity.

With my life I'd protect an innocent heart but I'll cut out a wicked one.
I'm my own way I'm as much God's servant as any priest or nun.

We take our blessings for granted and forget about God and all his might.
We need to take heed of our disrespectful ways and watch which hands we bite.

In starting to see the likeness, maybe I am made in his image.
I too only want good things for this world but I'm not a stranger to vengeance.

Many scoff at the thought of God having a violent hand.
Many also forget the fire that rained and the flood that destroyed all land.

I'm not an angel, a crazy person, nor void of mistakes.
I'm a man with eyes that see too much and a heart that constantly aches.

I find purpose in protecting the meek, the weak, the loving dogs that get mistreated and kicked.
I am a dangerous mixture of fed up, strong, twisted, and sick.

Let me clarify that I assumed this role for personal reasons and it's not something God has granted me.
I know how this must sound and I know there are few lines as thin as the one between religion and insanity.

When it falls to those deserving I rather like seeing pain, agony, and hurt.
A counter-balance for their Christianity, I do not love this Earth.

I have seen my way through trials that would destroy most any man.
So before sleeping tonight, pray that for you, I am not in God's plan.