I thought i'd write a poem, like,
To prove how doomed I am.
I do not see the world like you.
Oh poo, that's me kerbammed.
They say that God is gonna wipe us
From the face of earth.
They say we're damned and off to hell.
If we treat this with mirth.
What was the point of making this
Entire universe
If all God does is wipe us out
A moment after birth?
Us humans are as mad as hell,
We're bonkers through and through.
And now a Bible's in our hands,
Uh oh, please look out you.
It's Unexploded, not gone off yet
It's ticking just for us.
We'll bring it round now to your place
And really make a fuss.
If you ignore our knock at door
And do not let us in.
We'll have to quote this book at you
'Coz you've committed sin.
It says so in this book here, look.
That prove's the end's begun.
From chapter one to final page.
Oh what a lot of fun.
If you don't get down on your knees
And worship God with me
I'll get upset and write a blog
So everyone can see.
And then, I'll say, on blog today
That you're extremely doomed.
We're going down the pan you know.
A Pan with lots of rooms.
We really don't need other men
To tell how bad we are.
If we don't put the brakes on this
We all know what must follow.
Consuming everything in sight
And munching through the earth.
Will kill all life here anyway
On this place of our birth.
So why would God then intervene
And kill us in despair
when we can do it anyway?
No help is needed there.
That's not what this is all about.
God only means the best.
Do unto others, etcetra,
Then God can do the rest.
He don't want you to be a slave
Just upright noble man.
He isn't out to dominate.
That isn't in the plan.
So what He's done is give you life
Here in this pile of poo
So you can see here for yourself
The best that you could do.
And here we see what happens when
We go and fekk it up.
We drink the juices of our filth
And that's a bitter cup.
So cry and moan and say no God
How dare he treat us thus?
To go and let our children die
And hide away from us.
But is there here, on earth, a book
That does explain it all?
That tells us how we could behave
And how to have a ball.
If God is just then future times
will have to recompense
With all the tears wiped from our eyes.
It's what makes loving sense.
If God is love then from above
Something will soon be sent
To end this mess and repossess
The planet from us men.
Then raise us up, just recreate
the DNA that's man.
So up we pop and on we walk
To learn what can be done.
When man in harmony with all
That's just and strong and wise
Can walk forever, head held high,
With God clear in his eyes.
God says He will reveal Himself
So there can be no doubt.
It simply hasn't happened yet
Are we allowed to shout?
We're hanging on by skin of teeth
In all this misery.
But I'm impatient, Hurry please
Oh God, I want to see.
If I am doomed for writing this
If these words drag me down
Then God is not the God of Love
And I am not His man.
I do go on a bit, eh?