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I am no feeble |
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Christ not me. |
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He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body. |
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Christ forgive. |
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FORGIVE? I vomit for you |
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Jesu. Shit forgive. |
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Down now from your cross. |
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Down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide, petulant child. |
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Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy. |
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I vomit for you. |
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Forgive? Shit he forgives. |
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He hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extend of his vision, his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin. |
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He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary, death reveller, rake, rapist, lifefucker, |
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Jesu, earthmover, |
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Christus, gravedigger, you dug the pits of |
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Auschwitz, the soil of |
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Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of gore, enigma. |
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You carry the standard of your oppression. |
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Enola is your gaiety. |
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The bodies of |
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Hiroshima are your delight the nails are your only trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness, the image |
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I have had to suffer. |
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The cross is the virgin body of womenhood that you defile. |
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You nail yourself to your own sin. |
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Lamearse Jesus calls me sister there are no words for my contempt, every woman is a cross in is filthy theology, in his arrogant delight. |
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He turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me. |
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Fearfucker. |
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Share nothing you |
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Christ, sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death. |
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You are the ultimate pornography, in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare. |
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JESUS DIED |
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FOR IS OWN |
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SINS, NOT |
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MINE. |
