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.