Warrior

Rescue me from my sins our only son Born to a gang banging seventeen year old Mother addicted to a glass Filled with Jesus’ blood and the Devil’s semen Telling me a condom ruins the feeling And I believe you Sliding my finger down the wooden cross My father gave me Before leaving like a bad cold I close my eyes And just think back To the days where my only worry was a pink Easter dress or blue And yes I am one of them The drummer who sticks it to the preacher’s wife The preacher’s daughter Five abortions Done with the same knife used to cut “Jesus Flesh” The every communion service bread The elementary school boys that use their good shoes to hide bags of weed Which grows from trees So that’s cool right? The little princess’ that stuff their bra with inscriptions from passages never read Toddlers playing “mommies and daddies” with daddies love child The house being foreclosed With the father clock and Mother Mary bed sheets The prayer before diner Even if it’s just beans and rice, uncooked But me, I ain’t eating Fill my mouth with your tounge My dreams with your accomplishments My thoughts with your words A prisoner, caught between love and life Death and hatred Sitting here on this pedestal Soul burning Flames eating me alive Rescue me from my sins Throw me into the ocean