Stigmata. [the last version... i promise]

She came to me... the holy mother of your savior
She spoke to me from the sky
She said with a grim warning...
"you are to die..."
And that very next day...
My skin crawled in agonizing pain
My feet... my hands,
Impaled with spears that weren't there...
Whippings appeared on my back...
A back that was once bare...
Out of my head
slowly grew invisible thorns
Angels slithered down the sky
To savagely rip off my horns
I cried to my great fanged mother... [Kali]
I prayed to my damned infernal father... [Lucifer]
I screamed... to the heavens...
To your merciful God
"What did i do now?! Why did you do this to me?!"
He hissed his reply:
"It was this...
or hang in the suicide trees..."
So I picked up my ritual knife...
To put me out of my misery...
To vanquish my heart...
And free my Soul of Blasphemy...