brass knuckles and studded head wounds
chew the guts of busted pews
-where the stares split the prayers
that now reside under the cellar stairs.
the vomit spills through her fingers
onto the flimsy pages,
until it soaks down to the cover-
it's been a long,
long fucking night.
under the reek of rotting cattle
that stained the chain holding her rosary beads
between her pushed up tits
below the slutty biker jacket
-where the body of Christ could sneak a peak,
the alter bit her knees
as she touched the velveteen
and she grinned her tar filled teeth.
the crucifix sat on the floor face down
-he doesn't want to see us like this,
so he can look the fuck away.
her knuckles wore more scars
and rotten scabs then her dirty heart
did beneath the tattoos on her crass
-one too many broken edges from just the right
amount of stabs to the back;
better to let the vitals blister over
than let them eat another dagger
-sorry Jesus,
this one aint yours.
she takes too many sips of wine
to handle the next set of prayer,
because she cant cross her legs
unless the beer bong
and last night's fuck subside.
her knees still in the music-
beat the shit out of each other
as she tries to stand
another movement-
her stomach spits the mosh pit
across the confessional
and hell fills her steps.
as the combat boots rip the tiles off the floor
before her bullet belt
fills their heads with a vision
of true religion!
-and as Jesus eats the asphalt
her boot looses tread
and his head slips off the curb
before her jagged words rip apart his head;
his hair sweeps his pale white face-
and as she spits in it,
his tears smear the paint that raped
her mother and slit her brothers wrists.
dirty brown baby under the tread,
another curb to crush-
one for the punx
before body of Christ was beaten,
til' it bled all over the streets-
and washed away unmarked graves-
that dragged with them the mask
he wore as he hung the nation
in blind faith drowning below the slave ship!
and he gazed at her gutter mouth,
bound with steel and barbed wire-
car tire tread for a weathered face
that wore like 'slut'
on the stage of a neo-nun
-that had begun to lead the way.
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