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God
God is the guy you talk to
When you are on the bog
clutching your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for swift recovery
from the pangs of filth and misery
generated from your own pile of shit
God is the guy who tells you outright
“you fucked up”
but you find it hard to ask for redemption
You have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And god decides you won’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own fabicrated defence
God is the boy in a wheel chair riding past you
He is the girl on graveyard shift overworked, underpaid
He is the kid on the street doing skateboard tricks
He is sleeping in newspapers at the bus stop
And he’s the bruise on your face, as you lie silent in your bed
God is watching you when you say:
“Oh god here we go again”
“God only knows”
“Good god James, how is that even possible?”
“Oh my god”
“There but for the grace of god go I “
Yes. God is watching you
lying awake at night, wondering if things will get better
And at the end of your days
when you meet God
He might turn you over in your grave
And pave - the road to a better place -
Out there in the swampy salt marsh of interplanetary space
God is love
And
God is hate
And God is imagined
And God is war
And God is suffering
And God is a prophecy
And a demon
And a construct
And a chat bot
And not
I don’t believe in you
God
Go f*** yourself
And why
God only knows why
Why do you let so many kids go hungry
Or live in unsafe spaces
Or coughing in mouldy places
No blankets no shoes
No heaters no beds
No medicines
Unfed
Without without without
I scream I shout I cry
God only knows why
You let them die in those god awful wars
What a joke!
Seriously?
Sitting up there, all high and mighty, in your sky jacuzzi
I command you, take your blood
And famine, vermin, noxious beasts and pestilence
Take your lackadaisical slaying of children
And shove it up your hypothetical asshole
When you are on the bog
clutching your belly
as the pain grips
and the sweat drips
and you pray for swift recovery
from the pangs of filth and misery
generated from your own pile of shit
God is the guy who tells you outright
“you fucked up”
but you find it hard to ask for redemption
You have royally fucked someone
They didn’t deserve it
And god decides you won’t get away with it
You need to face the consequence
And drown in your own fabicrated defence
God is the boy in a wheel chair riding past you
He is the girl on graveyard shift overworked, underpaid
He is the kid on the street doing skateboard tricks
He is sleeping in newspapers at the bus stop
And he’s the bruise on your face, as you lie silent in your bed
God is watching you when you say:
“Oh god here we go again”
“God only knows”
“Good god James, how is that even possible?”
“Oh my god”
“There but for the grace of god go I “
Yes. God is watching you
lying awake at night, wondering if things will get better
And at the end of your days
when you meet God
He might turn you over in your grave
And pave - the road to a better place -
Out there in the swampy salt marsh of interplanetary space
God is love
And
God is hate
And God is imagined
And God is war
And God is suffering
And God is a prophecy
And a demon
And a construct
And a chat bot
And not
I don’t believe in you
God
Go f*** yourself
And why
God only knows why
Why do you let so many kids go hungry
Or live in unsafe spaces
Or coughing in mouldy places
No blankets no shoes
No heaters no beds
No medicines
Unfed
Without without without
I scream I shout I cry
God only knows why
You let them die in those god awful wars
What a joke!
Seriously?
Sitting up there, all high and mighty, in your sky jacuzzi
I command you, take your blood
And famine, vermin, noxious beasts and pestilence
Take your lackadaisical slaying of children
And shove it up your hypothetical asshole
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