Walk out the door, bleeding nose, he’s tangled to you like ear buds
It’s never felt so good to be so alone
I’ve never loved you the way the children at the podium do
For my sins I atone.
Preaching pedophiles, naked behind their screen, married to the lord
Can my body be the down payment on my loan?
Parasitic leeches feeding from the last quart of blood I have
And the marrow from my bones
A book of fiction that could file the world down to its five corners
Christ you aren’t the only one who sees a cross and moans
Put communist and head of the underworld on my resume
I refuse to be slave to the unknown
Golden crucifix rubbed against raw clitoris
Like hammering on wooden nails they groan
Someday, I’ll be captive in the crusades, more creature than man
while I can still choke on their gas I won’t be another drone
If they could I’d be tied to their cross, set on fire
I’d lose the lottery, I’d be stoned
Through all of the holes burrowed in my head
The brain damaged deformities, I’ve seen the light, I’ve grown
