I was deconstructed too often when I ran past milestones
Your analytical vagaries, your flaccid judgment, and punitive arrogance!
Didn’t I take the cruelty with the crispness of martyrdom?
I just couldn’t be bothered if you didn’t see my sacrifice, and you called it sacrilege!
I never wanted to be your sacramental recipient! Stop ever fantasising that any of you did me any favours?
None of you make any difference to me! None of you have any truth-bearing candid posture!
I just think your propositions are millstones on me, not fanciful bed accessories!
Remember, I never consummated, both figuratively and literally!
Even my passion for true love becomes a corrosive four-letter word sooner rather than later!
I am not a fucking libidoless asexual even if I refuse to kiss anyone!
I can swear to you I never had any pleasure; even when I wet-dreamed, it was just an untimely ejaculation!
I just know I have preserved myself despite such depravity against me
God is never your angel he is a monster among your defrauded conveniences
Like you want to pretend he is a misogynystic, warmongering delinquent
Unlike the lovey dovey consort of your two millennia of deceit
Saint Paul is very agile with delusions, God is only reacting to checkmate
You all don’t ever want to know the taste of truth, even though it is becoming too late!
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