Killing in the Name of?

Of some things i am sure.
There is a God.
Pizza is good.
I am in love with him.

Of other things i am not.
If I'm a good muslim.
If I will stay in love.
If this country is safe.

it's hard to deal with fear in your own home,
with the knowledge that the places you ran to for sanctuary are now the places you must stay away from.

And that crap on the tv, that man with the over-dyed black hair and strong booming voice telling us we will not be defeated, but i think we will, because he's an old, sick tyrant, and our country is tired, confused, unhappy.

And all that crap about turbulent times, Christians massacred by crazy Muslims, egyptians bombing local markets, foreigners advised to enter with upmost caution, they can't help it, their religion tells them to kill people, what the fuck is going on?

It's hard to deal with fear in your own home, about to climb in bed, reaching for the light, then stop to think, what if at this moment someone is reaching for a switch to let something explode, and people die, and life as you know it is over.

Some things in life i believe in.
I have great parents.
My feet are big.
Cartoons make me happy.
I am in love with him.

Other things i still wonder about.
Will i ever find what it is I was born to do?
Will we ever have last weekend's magic again?
Is it ever going to be too dangerous to live here?
Why is my religion so widely misunderstood? Why can't I understand it?

i am pissed off.