'God"
Up in the heavens sat dear old God
And He stroked his long flowing beard
[For ages the only barber in his abode
was on strike, his dues weren't cleared]
No, seriously?
Up in the Heavens sat dear old God
And He stroked his long flowing beard
He surveryed the Earth with a grave nod
Yes-Apocalypse and Judgement Day had neared
He sat thinking there, the Good Shepherd
The fights in his name, which was but a word
And about the disparity in his human herd
Corpulence here, there skin and bones and turd
There Hell was bursting at its seams
Filled by bankers who'd sold empty dreams
Child traffickers and terrorists together moan
As they're roasted on fire and brimstone
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