Insert Deity Here

 How did you do it?
What did you say?
To make the people feel this way.
Through death and hate and plague and wars,
to have your name screamed out by whores.
You're loved by all,
the weak and weary,
hated by the dark and dreary.
You're talked about by small and great,
you spread illness, lies and hate.
I'd love to put your hand in mine,
caress your thigh,
lick up your spine.
I'd clean your wounds with tongue and spit,
pull out your sword slow, bit by bit.
I'd tend your wounds with faith and trust.
I'd take your flesh and with one strong thrust,
onto my lips, your seed will fall.
You're only human after all.