Dear God, stop fucking me.

In the name of the father and of the son and the holy spirit,

I whispered a prayer but of course you didn’t hear it.

I had your Roman Catholic bullshit shoved in my face

Until I rebelled and became a fucking disgrace.

But dammit, God, I still believe you’re there.

Maybe not with the iconic white beard and hair,

Standing in pearly gates on top of marble stairs.

But why when I talk to you do you give me blank stares?

I’m starting to question if there’s anyone up there.

 

Dear God, stop fucking me.

In the name of father and of the son and the holy spirit,

I said a short prayer but clearly you didn’t hear it.

You’ve taken everything away from me and left only myself to blame;

I’m sick and tired of your fucking sadistic games.

How much have I given to you with nothing in return?

How much do I give to others just to get burned?

Don’t you have mercy or are you really a self-righteous prick,

Just like all your worshipers that make me fucking sick?

 

Dear God, stop fucking me.

In the name of the father and of the son and the holy spirit,

I shouted a prayer and you still didn’t hear it.

What else could go wrong?

This unholy rape has continued far too long.

What do you want from me?

I’m rethinking my spirituality.

Thinking and wishing and praying just to be free.

But instead you insist on molesting me.

 

Dear God, stop fucking me.

In the name of el padre y su hijo y el pinche diablo,

Where the fuck did all my luck go?

Preacher always told me you didn’t practice karma.

But are you even following your own fucking dharma?

I’d apologize for whatever I did that brought these locusts upon me,

But why bother if you aren’t even listening?

 

Dear God. Stop. Fucking. Me.

I screamed out a prayer but you weren’t fucking there,

“IN THE NAME OF THE FATHER AND OF THE SON AND OF THE HOLY SPIRIT

I HAVE A FUCKING DISEASE CAN SOMEBODY CURE IT?”

There was never an angel on my shoulder, just two demons

Covering me in their evil, filthy semen.

God, you’re a prick, you make me fucking sick, and I’m done fucking dealing with all your fucking shit.

Your dick’s throbbing in my rectum, will you ever fucking be done? I need to shit out all your blasphemous loads of god cum.

I thought you’d be there, I sent you my prayers, but clearly—clearly—you don’t fucking care.

There’s no fallen angels, just like there’s no end to this torment.

Just you in disguise, so now I lie still and dormant.

Goddammit God, can’t you fucking see?

You’re both of my demons!

Just,

Please,

Stop fucking me.