It`s revelation reveals -
divine comedy (and more),
please welcome your four hosts -
death, famine, pestilence and war.
You say that we are all Gods` children, can you please explain -
how any father could inflict his children so much pain.
I`m sure he finds it funny - but I fail to see the joke,
I bet he`ll p*ss his breeches when we all go up in smoke.
Life`s one big disaster, I hear the sound of laughter coming from the hereafter, (I find it kind of odd)
we`re stooges for Jehova, he loves to knock us over - so if I die laughing it`ll be an act of God!
Thunderbolts were once his style
It`s now malignant tumours,
I wonder what he`ll think of next
to test my sense of humour?
You said I must accept his will - that God will spare the weak,
I bet those tears aren`t tears of laughter running down your cheeck -
when you are stood right there beside me (egg upon your face),
your precious soul floats with the dust back home in outer space.
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