My god is a dick, a decapitated prick,
Hairy and holy as hell I tell.
Matching the platform below,
The pious assholes ringing the bell.
People deranged or rather strange,
Gather around to praise.
The floating light taking flight,
Leads them to a hill on the raise.
On that holy hill, after a mind altering pill,
The scrotum descends dangling the dick.
Farts fill the air, nothing can be spared,
The pious drink god's poison piss until sick.
Wonky and weird, a holy pubic beard,
And an assortment of lecherous lice.
Children of tomorrow, filled with sorrow,
A smell of fresh feces is not very nice.
But no dearth of the dumb even for shit crumbs,
With promises of guarantee always loud.
The filth in the stealth not best for health,
Hilarious the prostrated ass-up crowd.
To assholes with cream it gives sermons in dreams,
Cryptic logic and flawed circular flow.
Easy to fool the drooling fools,
Or one's with metabolism slow.
Super holy plus god's festering pus,
Thick volumes written about it.
Joviality and cheer, bamboo in the rear,
The poor forced to chew shit.
Usually when no one's looking,
In private or in low light.
Specific instructions are handed down,
To start new animosities and fight.
Acrimonious and shrill, he promises to kill,
Anyone who dares anything else, to read or write.
To set an example he promptly shits,
In the mouth of the only man with sight.
Barnum statement, every alphabet a cent,
Your purse emptied like your head.
You stay on, god puts his schlong,
Fucks your asshole until you're dead.
