This priest came to see me, Angelo — the bastard! — and he said: “Hi Mary, you’re a nice bit of stuff aren’t you? Well, your God, Yahweh’s been eyeing you up. He fancies you! That’s a really great honour, you know? It’s a great privilege for any woman. You’re going to have a baby.”
So I said: “How do you make that out? I’m a virgin, chuff!”
And he said: “Well, God’s gonna blow on you. And this breath, coming from God, will make you up the duff.”
So I said: “You can get stuffed! I don’t wanna.”
But he said: “You don’t get a choice. Just accept your fate, and from now on, generation after generation will bless you as the mother of God. So, you may as well like it. All right?”
And that was that. I never got a say in it. I never got a choice. And so I’m forced to play along with it.
But whichever way you cut it, it was rape — God or no fucking God!