I Am...

[DtotheJtotheM]

I am hardly the saint of your hypocritical texts, without being the sinner commiting your dated sex.

I am the very silence you so awkwardly endure, and the words you should have preached when you seemed to be so sure.

I am whatever folly that wanders into your mind, something oh-so convenient to judge when you yourself are blind.

I am the outcast of a God you have isolated, the proven challenging statement you have so quickly sedated.

I am the soul you have sold to only yourself, just another damned human to put back on the shelf.

What am I?

And... What are you?

What are we?