I Need an Exorcism

I am angry
at what was given me
by the founders of my faith.

Terror in toy boxes;
satanic panic;
demons lurking
around every bend.
Is the faith
once for all
passed to me?

After all,
we are our ancestors legacy.
Inheriting their flaws;
fulfilling their dreams
(made of fear and withdrawal
from this, my Father's world;
amounting to nothing more
then remaining afraid of the dark).

Is that what you wanted for me,
Grandmother?
You sought to keep me pure;
to stay my course;
to remain faithful.
Now I am faithfully afraid
that I will prove to be
nothing more than
the false specter
you thought could drag me away
from grace's grasp.