歌词
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. **** forgive.
Down now from your cross.
Down now from your papal heights, from that churlish suicide, petulant child.
Down from those pious heights, royal flag bearer, goat, billy.
I vomit for you.
Forgive? **** he forgives.
He hangs in crucified delight nailed to the extend of his vision, his cross, his manhood, violence, guilt, sin.
He would nail my body upon his cross, suicide visionary, death reveller, rake, rapist, life******,
Jesu, earthmover,
Christus, gravedigger, you dug the pits of
Auschwitz, the soil of
Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of gore, enigma.
You carry the standard of your oppression.
Enola is your gaiety.
The bodies of
Hiroshima are your delight the nails are your only trinity, hold them in your corpsey gracelessness, the image
I have had to suffer.
The cross is the virgin body of womenhood that you 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 is filthy theology, in his arrogant delight.
He turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me.
Fear******.
Share nothing you
Christ, sterile, impotent, ****love 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 IS OWN
SINS, NOT
MINE.