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I am no feeble christ/not me/he hangs in glib delight upon his cross/
Above my body/lowly me/christ forgive/forgive?/holy he/he holy/he
Holy/shit he forgives/forgive?/forgive?/forgive?/i?/i?/me?/i?/i vomit
For you jesu/christey christus/puke upon your papal
Throne/wrapped you
Are in the bloody shroud of churlish suicide/wrapped i am in the
Muddy
Cloud of hellish genocide/petulant child/i have suffered for you
Where
You have never known me/i too must die/will you be shadowed in the
Arrogance of my death?/your valley truth/what lights pass those
Pious
Heights?/what passing bells for these in their trucks?/for you
Lord/you
Are the flag-bearer of these nations/one against the other that die
In
The mud/no piety/no deity/is that your
Forgiveness?/saint/martyr/goat/billy/forgive?/shit he forgives/he
Hangs
Upon his cross in self-righteous judgement/hangs in crucified
Delight,
Nailed to the extent of his vision/his cross/his manhood/his
Violence/guilt/sin/he would nail my body to his cross/as if i might
Have
Perfumed his body/washed those bloody feet/this woman that he
Seeks/suicide visionary/death
Reveller/rake/rapist/gravedigger/earthmover/lifefucker/jesu/you
Scooped
The pits of auschwitz/the soil of treblinka is rich in your guilt/ the
Sorrow of your tradition/your stupid humility is the crown of
Thorns we
All must wear/for you/ha/master/master of
Gore/enigma/stigma/stigmata/errata/eraser/the cross is the mast of
Our
Oppression/you fly there,vain flag/you carry it/wear it on your
Back,
Lord/your back/enola is your gaiety/
Suffer little children/(to come unto me)/suffer in that
Horror/hirohorror/horrohiro/hiroshimmer/shimmerhiro/hiroshima/
Hiroshima/
The bodies are your delight/the incandescent flame is the spirit of
It/they come to you, jesu/to you/the nails are the only trinity/hold
Them in your corpsey gracelessness/the image that i have had to
Suffer/these nails at my temple/the cross is the virgin body of
Womanhood that you defile/in your guilt you turn your back/nailed
To
That body/lamearse jesus calls me sister/there are no words for
My
Contempt/every woman is a cross in his filthy theology/he turns his
Back
On me in his fear/his vain delight is the pain i bear/alone he hangs/his
Choice/his choice/alone/alone/his voice/hisvoice/he shares nothing,
This
Christ/sterile/impotent/fucklove prophet of death/he is the
Ultimate
Pornography/he/he/hearus jesus/you sigh alone in you
Cockfear/you lie alone
In your cuntfear/you cry alone in your womanfear/you die alone in
Your
Manfear/alone jesu, alone/in your
Cockfear/cuntfear/womanfear/manfear/alone in your fear/alone in
Your
Fear/your fear/your fear/warfare/warfare/
Jesus died for his own sins, not mine.

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