the knocking was inconsistent
with the sound of my heart beating
more like fists pounding
against my ribcage screaming
and then my breathing
matched the sound of the footsteps
that were more like
eager and anticipation
of wanting to get let in
so they can bleed their jesus loves you
god is our brother saint
so they can bleed their religion
oh I want to bleed through their pages
it's red coming down my legs
if that's so filthy
clean the mess up
I find it soothing
and I'm gonna bleed all over your kitchen
all over your bathroom walls
yes I'm gonna bleed on your coffee table
in the middle of your living room
there are palms being nailed
I can hear the skin splitting
rough rusty flaking
and you drink it from a paper cup
then you want to bathe in it
and quench my thirst
say it is the right thing to do
what isn't the right thing
when everything falls under
JESUS LOVES YOU
oh he must love me
creeping under the sheets
finds me wet
I'm always soaking for him
and his tongue is always hotter
than the streets of Judea
wrap me in the sweat
that dripped off his forehead
when we were in
and out
of each other
you know they watch from the sky
or what you call the heavens
I can sense it
their horny eyes lusting
the angels cumming
drawing mercy with their
fairy dust like hands
call on the lord
or mary who likes to finger on Sundays
they're all outside fucking anyway
with their metal spoons
thumping like a man gone fat
with blood and drugs
let's see them
pray for me
oh I'm gonna bleed through your bible
right dead centre on Psalm 23
yes I'm gonna bleed 'til I run dry
bleed and bleed yes bleed oh bleed
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I'm gonna bleed.
