36, Jesus Raus

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I am no feeble Christ, not me He hangs in glib delight upon his cross Above my body Christ forgive. FORGIVE? I vomit for you Jesu Shit forgive Down now from your cross Down now from your papal heights From the churlish suicide, petulant child Down from those pious heights Royal flag bearer, goat, billy I vomit for you Forgive? Shit he forgives He hangs in crucified delight Nailed to the extent of his vision His cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin He would nail my body upon his cross Suicide visionary, death reveller Rake, rapist, lifefucker, Jesu Earthmover, Christus, Gravedigger You dug the pits of Auschwitz The soil of Treblinka is your guilt Your sin, Master, master of gore, enigma Your carry the standard of our oppression Enola is your gaiety The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight The nails are the only trinity Hold them in your corpsey gracelessness The image I have had to suffer The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that your defile You nail yourself to your own sin Lamearse Jesus calls me sister There are no words for my contempt Every woman is a cross in his filthy theology In his arrogant delight He turns his back upon me in his fear He dare not face me. Fearfucker Share nothing you christ Sterile, impotent, fucklove prophet of death You are the ultimate pornography In your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair Warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, Warfare, warfare, warfare JESUS DIED FOR HIS OWN SINS, NOT MINE