Cancer

My book of mormon
wrapped in turin
and it seems inferior and jittery
you preach elastic 
to your jagged flock
in an eerie passion for self-flattery

im emotionally raped by Jesus
but im still here
somehow im still here

what now of my new faith
just a desperate exercise to limit pain
I am weak
im emotional and sensitive and frail
in need of some love
pull the cancer from the Vatican’s 
own state
uninformed  you will harbour those
who nurtured Europe’s war

keep turning my cheek
into a fragile state of violence left me weak
no guilt hold your people in disdain
and steal their grace

I need replacement
to feel redefined
and its just this matter of identity

emotionally im wrapped in shame
emotionally I feel im raped