Sonnet to Self-Righteous Scripts

Think you to be the right, straight, and narrow?
'Tis you who bear the spear of Rafael, you say?
Carry the banner, you who are right and we the wrong.
Colorless sight doing thyself no favor, believe me.

Clinging to the Old, snapping away like cornered dogs.
You speak practiced words, loud enough to block your questions.
Your ignorant tongue, no one died and made you God.
Open thy foolish eyes, step into cold waters and may you not drown.

Girls in shorts, boys in dresses, lipstick is made for any lips.
Say you, "Hark you demons, for you shall burn in Hell."
Well I take up my cross and shield, yet you sharpen swords.
My Father's hand will lay the smack, not another man.

I see you merely on an Earthly throne, who are you to measure me?
Love is love, change has come, and yet again you revolt.
Hands fit in human hands, regardless if one be man or woman.
Seethe in self-righteous hatred, you repeat your script.

Change be your worst fear, and cower you do in its colors.
May you not confuse your place as sibling not as Judge.
Love and let love, thy hatred will see you no peace for me or you.
Let down your heated glares and join us in line for judgment.