2004-01-20 - 1st angel singular
oh so you're back
whoop-de-whooooop!
who really gives a dog cream scoop?
your crap is whacked
you lost your poop
even your lovers start to droop
and you curse God
if I were Him
I'd blast your pod
right off the rim
thank God I'm not
or you'd be through
you aint so hot
I tire of you
but He's so kind
He knows your mind
He lets you rail
and won't impale
your stupid face
with sword and mace
no He gives grace
won't invade space
but I know this
He doesn't miss
and if you think
your crap don't stink
you've got it comin'
you'll soon be bummin'
and you'll blame God
for your sick bod
but it's not so
this truth I know
He is the healer
satan's the dealer
of death and rot
my God is not
He heals disease
so man, puh-leeeease!
get off your gripes
here's baby wipes
forsake those vipers
please change those diapers
you're infantile
so not worthwhile
until you change
from being strange
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