With the creek of the closing door behind
Then that of toes on the floorboards outside
With flowing tears and a swollen rear
With clasped hands and knees on the floor
and an angel's breath that sings no more
Lord was Jesus human?
He was perfect I understand
but God Jesus was a man
And as a man natured to rip, plunder, rob and tear.
Robed me of what was mine before I knew what was there.
Lies on lies, says we're like any other family.
Lord are you listening?
I can't think of Jesus with the figure of a man
With man parts and a mans lustful heart
Instead I'll call him saviour
Maybe that would make it better.
For he wears scars for us all, for toil
Though it'd rather my scars be his
My saviour! Won't you come? Times are spoiled.
Now God you are not my father
I cannot accept this appellation
You promise a life of happiness forever after
But I will forever be bonded by my family relations
So your not, Lord your not!
For my father ripped, raped, robed and tore
My hope out until all that was left was void
Black like the shackled limbs of the weary
And through this situation I face
I swear hell would be a better place