Unlike us… mechanical in nature
God’s an artist… a creator
Doesn’t stick to rules
Like slaves or fools
If he met ya, he’d probably, hate ya
Could have stopped you apes, at fermented grapes
Drove you bananas, fed up and trapped in trees
Stuck you where the Sun don’t shine
And wiped away with leaves
God doesn’t exist
Yet, I insist…
I still believe in baby Jesus spreading goodwill, to this day
His fans share good news, and words of love, with grace
Or at least help folk, find like-minded people, in disarray
Who care for, a whole lot more, than just the marketplace
So… If you love literature, history, or the arts
And mass debate, without the hate, of politics…
A church that’s empty, is the best thing to see… in any city
Other than the road, back out to the sticks