Crass — Asylum

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I am no Feeble Christ, not me! «He» hangs in glib delight upon «his» cross, above my body! «Christ, forgive!» Forgive?! Shit, fuck, I vomit for you, Jesu; shit 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?! 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 reveller, rake, rapist, lifefucker; 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 our oppression! Enola is your gaiety! The bodies of Hiroshima are your delight! The nails are your only «trinity»! Hold them in your corpse-y gracelessness, the image I have had to suffer! The cross is the virgin body of womanhood that you’ve defiled! You nail yourself to your own sin! Lame-arse Jesus calls me «sister»?! There are no words for my contempt! Every woman is a cross in «his» filthy theology, in «his» arrogant delight! «He» turns his back upon me in his fear; «he» dare not face me! Fearfucker! Share nothing in Christ, sterile, impotent, fucklove 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 his own sins, not mine!