Religion's grey.

Purplish were his lips, cracked, caking from the powder and not moving. I know he would at least mouth "it's okay" but no he can't, he is dead.

Mum's eyes had a tinge of red in it, with pools of tears welling. When the ritual group moved to the coffin, mum's self restraint just broke free.

She let loose an anguish cry, the kind that I remembered forever,
hugging the casket, she asked, begged for forgiveness in matters that shouldn't matter.

At that moment my heart was torn asunder.
my mood turned so fucking black, I felt like slapping my dad.

Angry and not understanding the senseless prohibition in the name of HIS religion.
So I say to myself "what the fuck and whatever" , I am joining my cousins.

It is now or never, to do something.
To uphold justice, no matter how childish.

How dare you muthafarker make my mother cry,
You knnnnbcb.

So I snatched some incense paper from the taoist priest
and during the "merry-go-round" the coffin, we all started throwing.

the defiance in me says "Hey dad, look what I'm doing!"
the wry part of me asks "Would it be okay if these paper were from the bible?"

If I'm being condemned to Hell because I burned some joss sticks, throw some incense paper.
I can imagine how narrow-minded Paradise must be.

You see the puddle of water over there?
That's shallow and that's you.