G.

God.

Your god is lacking
In my eyes
How can I see him,
He who does not exist.
Does he hide among the shadows
With the easter bunny and santa?
Or is he to busy nailing his son
I'd hate to cross him,
Oh vile entity
For I'm spiritually lacking
By my own hand.
There is no greater power
That will unleash some wrath
Of fiery fury
If only your 'dog' can judge me
Then I'd have Satan as my jury.