You said we crawled up out of the darkness
You label us with murderers and rapists
You cry "heathens" with pointing fingers,
Claim us as children of "Him"


You say our work is wicked work
Our bodies are not our own
And we mutilated something great
And stole from the Greatest


We are sacrifices
A totem of lies and destruction
Our feelings lay out in ourselves,
Is wrong, and you say we sin


But we are not wrong.
We are our own, and do not belong to you, or "Him".
We can draw our own lines, choose our own reasons
And we are not evil because of it.