This god of your holy books I do not agree with him I will not be one more servant I will not bow to anythingg Not a puff of smoke or the flash of a turning mirror Lets talk about your real fears Like that you might actually be all alone No happy heavenly home To return to god dispenser of judgmental pencil shavings Hes got baggies full for you But Ive got a planet packed with proof
This god of your holy books I do not agree with him
ReplyDeleteI will not be one more servant
I will not bow to anythingg
Not a puff of smoke
or the flash of a turning mirror
Lets talk about your real fears
Like that you might actually be all alone
No happy heavenly home
To return to god dispenser of judgmental pencil shavings
Hes got baggies full for you
But Ive got a planet packed with proof