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  1. Ungovernable

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    Mar 2005
    I am no feeble Christ not me. He hangs in glib delight upon his cross, above my body. Christ forgive. FORGIVE? I commit for you Jesu. Shit forgive. Down from your cross. Down from your papal heights, 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 reveler, rake, rape, lifefucker, Jesu, earthmover Christus, gravedigger, you dug the graves of Auschwitz, the soil of Treblinka is your guilt, your sin, master, master of the gore, enigma. You carry the standard of your oppression. Enola is your gaiety. The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight, the nails are you only trinity, hold them in to suffer. The cross is the virgin body of womanhood 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, his arrogant delight. He turns his back upon me in his fear, he dare not face me. Fearfucker. Share nothing you Christ, sterile, impotent, fuckove prophet of death. You are the ultimate pornography, in your cuntfear, cockfear, manfear, womanfear, unfair, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare, warfare.