The God you follow
has no guts.
Fucker full of peace,
not a mark on him
from fighting back.
Oh, I can’t go there…
I need a big-ass
warrior god, no Daddy
with a sensitive hand.
One that’s both male and female
and not afraid to hang
it all out for viewing.
Most of all One
who will put a hand on the scruff
of anyone sniveling down
on a frightful knee
and sneer into that wet face:
“Save yourself.”
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