How Long Do We Have To Bear Our Fucking Crosses?

I know that sometimes is not easy to forgive me, but I 
fucking swear I still bear this cross, and sometimes I even
 felt the need to bear thousand fucking more.
I had my share from this stinky piece of cake called 
regret, but I will no longer humiliate myself to your need 
of calling myself a sinner, while you are easily taking the
 crown of the saints.
How long de we have to bear our fucking crosses on our 
shoulders as a dead weight that pushes us into apathy?
How long do we have to confess sins that we actually never 
ever committed?
Will we always be separated into saints and sinners?
Those who bear the crosses might just as well have the 
glory, while the ones considered clean might just caught 
red handed.
I will no longer humiliate myself. I will no longer cry 
tears of regret.
I will just rise and take the crown, fly towards the sky 
and let this world burn their hyprocrite saints, and let 
them rent a place in hell.
This sky is ours.