lørdag 14. februar 2009

Gods Autobiography

When I was born, it was in a book
Nobody knew my name or how I looked
But they all knew I felt nothing but love
And I’d watch them from my kingdom up above
They even took one of their own and named him my son
When he was born is when time began
If anything happens, it’s cause of me Oh Well
And if I don’t like you then you’re going to hell
Over the years they think they’ve proved me
By showing all the people who died or talked to me
No matter what happens
They think proof lies in nails through the wrists
It’s getting me pissed
But I’m not really saying this
Cause I don’t exist…

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