Reality Asylum

I am no feeble Christ, not me

He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, upon his cross,

Above my body, lowly me

Christ forgive, forgive?

Holy He, He holy, He holy?

Shit He forgives, Forgive? Forgive?

I? I? Me? I? I vomit for you Jesu

Christy Christus

Puke upon your papal throne

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 light 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 judgment

Hangs in crucified delight

Nailed to the extend of His vision

His cross. His manhood. His violence. Guilt. Sin.

He would nail my body upon his cross

As if I might have waited for him in the garden

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 thorn 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. Hirrohiro. Hiroshimmer. Shimmerhiro.

Hiroshima. Hiroshima. 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

Lame-arse Jesus calls me sister

There are no words for my contempt

Every woman is a cross in filthy theology

He turns His back on me in His fear

His vain delight is that pain I bear

Alone He hangs. His choice. His choice

Alone. Alone. His voice. His voice

He shares nothing, this Christ

Sterile. Impotent. Fucklove prophet of death

He's the ultimate pornography

He. He. Hear us Jesus

You sigh alone in your cockfear

You lie alone in your cuntfear.

You cry alone in your womanfear.

You die alone in you manfear.

Alone Jesu, alone

In your cockfear. Cuntfear. Womanfear. Manfear.

Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear. Alone in your fear.

Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear. Your fear.

Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare. Warfare.

Jesus died for his own sins. Not mine.