“There's a part of my life that is so repulsive and dark that I have been warring against it for all of my adult life."
Bullshit. I’ll make you eat your words. I’ll—
I’ll crush your balls and make you drink it up.
When I’m done with you, cunt, you’d wish
you could crawl back to the hole you came from.
I thought I couldn’t feel it any more
but shame covers its face from cameras,
cowers into the cave, thrusts out the man—
pastor, husband, father—to brave the light.
But my shame is a flame. It lights the hand
that crushes me so as to make me new,
the light that plays the lyre for his praise.
And for his story, I will drink your words,
will eat the goat who glorifies my God.
Who else could change you, Judas, to a judge?