Fuck your God

Have I told you      
of him?      
     
The vessel of God's wrath      
bringing forth lessons drenched      
in innocent blood.      
     
Of shattered hopes      
and realised fears?      
     
I tell you now      
he is dead and buried.      
And her,      
a bitter memory of something      
I apparently don't deserve to have.      
     
Fucking buried.      
I held her hand      
until her nails shredded my skin.      
My intentions are all the same      
     
I felt ready to bare this 'burden'      
     
Every minute I prayed      
the only answer; death.      
     
Fuck your God, your clergy      
and your Preists      
making claim to God's will.      
     
You wanted me weak      
and so I - am reduced to nothing.      
     
Whatever God deserves Hellfire for this,      
but only she burns.      
I fuckin' watch the flames      
helplessly.      
     
Hail my Virgin Mary's    
and fuck your god.    
I've seen him    
and still, I refuse to believe.  
 
I scream into Oblivion  
the black, empty void.  
This is blasphemy?

Soon you too will pay the price.