I run with the pack with every freedom

I am God, selfishness embodied

Strong enough to build this mountain

A barrier, you're cowardly to call by it's proper name

I am a man who screams aloud as for I am nothing

Humility exercised honest enough

To humble any man who seeks peace

And I call it by its name

Jealousy, it turns the kindest of men green

With rage and eats them from inside

I've climbed your mountain

And found it to be no more than a mole hill

Compared to the hate you harbor for Christ

I'd call it by it's name if it had one

Rebellion against faith based on it's failed followers

A rotting fool tied upon our necks

That carry the blood of the crusades

And the misunderstanding of homosexuality

Ammo, nothing but a different time

And a different language for a different people

Where morals were a foundation and not controversial

I am a man who's screamed for far too long

And near the end of his rope