Mary Is A Slut

Ordinary
Anticipated
A Garbage
Tore from the womb
Of a Slut
Molested, no?
Raped, no?
Whore, no?
Cunt, no?

I have surmounted the impediments of dread and faith,
Traversing the anguish of being designated as a scapegoat.
Did the sacred texts you hold so dear indicate that I am a faggot?
Or did I simply lack the desirable assets that you would suck on?
But I am the bloodsucking parasite residing within,
The devourer of both the God and the wretches
I am the falsified deity that elicits profound terror in you,
The demise of the saviour and his kin.
I align myself with those you loathe,
Elevating them with affection, they were denied,
Venerating them to an unprecedented degree.
Your mendacious scriptures, which we reject with disdain,
Your insidious religious norms, which we set ablaze.
Like the pyres upon which your ancestors incinerated witches,
We stone the disingenuous
In how they once cast stones upon the blameless.
As the oppressors once beheaded my beloved Sol,
We throttle the insidious pigs,
Blindly worshipped by all yet invisible to their eyes.

Ordinary
Anticipated
A Garbage
Tore from the womb
Of a Slut
Molested, no?
Raped, no?
Whore, no?
Cunt, no?
Kill yourself, worthless whore.