The first book of 'fuck off with your bullshit'.

A sip of wine
White piece of paper 
Mary, filled by the neighbour
Never courted 
Just lied in his favour
An entire dreamscape based on rape
Distorted truth perpetually lingers
Filthy yarns
Scribed by grubby hands and fingers
Matthew
Mark
Luke
John 
All of them 
Notice the pattern now and then?
Amen!
You're fine china when born with a vagina 
Stashed until special occasion
Insemination, forced creation
Cup of tea?
A burning reality - served hot as hell
Not some fallacy 
Like God Almighty 
Brewed and poured from the parental pot
Confess they say, confess your sins!
Fuck that...
Your God made me this way
Made me perfect 
Remember?
So I know he's inept as shit 
Besides, child leukemia 
Is a lovely dish to serve
Forever a hit
Must have just been high that day
In a 'hilarious' mood - just joking 
LOL!
That's lamentable or loathsome 
btw
This place called hell
Where worship is entrepreneurship
And simple minds are carrion
For this unholy fucking carry-on
When choir boys choking 
On that big girthy sermon
Truly pray
Whilst old Doris recites the same vermin
Her predetermination
and abstract salmon, driving the way
Lost forever and a day 
To reality 
Rats don't stampede
Or crusade...
Do they?