Confidence

My anger towards ignorance shrouded in religion.

How dare you put your ideas as the only way, the correct way?
How can you judge me and my beliefs when you are so busy spouting off,
Like a parrot, that which you are just repeating?
Do you even know what you are saying?
Do you really believe it?

Are you so great in your understanding that you have become like God?
Are you able to see my intent and my soul while you fight off the evil
That might brush off onto you?
Is that confidence that I am sensing?
Or is that fear?

My anger is at the ignorance you display but it is directed towards you.
In trying to fight the ignorance and the hate I fall into the hate.
Maybe I should be the one who fears
The evil that will envelope me
And cause me to become ignorant.