Fag - Mr. Strange

It’s not the definition that hurts

It’s the intent

I know what you meant

A word meant to wound

I may not be human, in your eyes

But believe me, we both cry

But if you’re unwilling to even try

It’s no fucking surprise you can’t empathise

Do you beat me to see if we’re all the same inside?

Are you beating the faggot in you, and hoping it dies?

You won’t look so satisfied

When the smile on your face breaks

You’ve got me cornered and you’re throwing the stones

I’m shaking, hunched foetal, pleading ‘Leave me alone!'

Spitting words out like poison, and hoping they hurt

You’re no better than me, come down in the dirt

I’m not sorry if what I am makes you sick

Jesus wept, suck the devil’s dick

You laugh because you don’t know what it’s like

Or how blood mixed with tears tastes

You have no claim on my life

Or how to use it

You don’t know what it’s like

I wouldn’t choose it

Beaten down with my face in the floor

I can’t take it anymore

You give me your hatred and violence

So much for the milk of human kindness

You get what you give and we’ll give it back to you

If you can give it you can take it, too

Soon the world will be ours

We’ll leave them in the past

We’ll run the show

Just hang on and don’t let go

You’re strong, you know

Weeds die and seeds grow…

(You born in self

There’s a revolting piece of casuistry that sometimes often on this planet

Yeah, we hate the sinner

Maybe we love the sinner

He’s not being condemned for what he does, he’s be condemned for what he is

Your child, maybe even your not, you’re a faggot

And you can’t join our church any

This, is this raceful, it’s inhuman

It’s obsceen

And it comes from a clutch of this hystericall, sinister vergence

Who already betrayed their charge in the children

Of their own)