"You phony gods"

Poem #41. Uploaded Thursday December 2, 7:35 PM. From "Poetry Collection 1."

You phony gods
You filthy w****s
You blasphemies
You pulpy cores
Is this what you wanted?
Is this what you need?
Is this how it happens?
Is this how you feed?
God damn all you lepers
God damn all you freaks
God damn all you monsters
God damn all you sneaks
You beat me down
You stole my life
You took my heart
You gave me strive
May life f**k you over
May life tear you down
May life rip your eyes out
May life steal your crown
You phony gods
You bleeding sore
You blasphemy
You perfect w***e
The world is my bedbug
The people my crutch
From dark-speaking places
My spirit they clutch
They swarm and uncover
My dead-rotting flesh
The ground they devour
They coat it like mesh
Material purpose
De-sanctified saint
The skies I surmount and
I blacken in paint