Bastard Blood

Jesus has denied me as my father
Just like my da did when I was thirteen
In my twenties I’m already better
Than what they both could ever possibly be

It hurts them to see me fuck men sideways
Their disappointment drives me deeper into my wild ways
Dirty fights in a war they pledged with me

The bastard blood stains my skin
As I light up the family trees with kerosene
They all look like crucifixes to me

Diabolically against everything they stand for
I grin with our blood staining my teeth
I am everything you’re afraid to be

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