Blasphemous

Sitting in the dark with the lights off wondering
When The Father took his sights off and started blundering,
Because from the crater I made in this land that I stake
my Pater went and moved his hand such that he made a mistake.
My soul is the culmination of a hell of a heist
when God cocked up, I stole the show, and combined the devil and Christ.
I bring the sword, not the peace, I’m The Son with all of the feist
I make all the noise of the polter- with none of the -geist.
My cheeks are flush, I’m loud and my piss is warm,
I’m a combination of Satan and the saviour in a physical form.
Rejoice ladies and gentleman for the truth has been born
Among the orchards of Kent and not some fucking Omaha corn.
You fundamentalists have got your shit mixed up,
You built the saviour’s tricks up, I’m busy getting the world fixed up
while your repressed son is in a gay bar toilet booth getting his dick sucked.
If you wonder where you went wrong, it’s all in your attitude,
Life is all about gratitude, I come to upset you, mother fucker, not to flatter you.
I bring the elevations of the last days of revelations, not a fucking party and snack platter, dude.
Past it bastards passing us with no recognition that I can resurrect them like Lazarus,
Tired of the ignorance of the rabble, evil is a subject in which I dabble,
Bet you didn’t know the fable of how it was me who made Eve bite the apple.
So before I leave you I’ll tell you the price God had to leave you was worth the upheaval,
It’s worth it to know mankind has knowledge of the difference between good and evil.
In my father’s name I can no longer deceive you.
Now on the cross I leave you.

So right now you’re accusing me of blasphemy, trust me, I have no plans so dastardly,
I’m just a man, flesh and blood is the first and last of me, but I hear your prayers and wonder why you ask for me.
God is your Lord, I’m just the pawn sent to die for you. My wrists nailed, did this fail?
What do you want? Do you expect me to cry for you?
Sin is not original, that’s a lie of a church. All the sin you make is yours, that’s why it hurts.
The pain is a blessing God has given us. How dare you take that and make it so you ask me for forgiveness a few moments before you’re scheduled to lie in a hearse.
I announce your passing as I ring the stolen bell, before I send you and your damned soul to hell.
What you thought you knew as suffering was just slowly buffering into the monster that wants to fuck the world and torture your soul as well,
All just for missing my message, even the passage of time wasn’t enough to best-dress it,
When you forget that Yahweh is God is Allah, you’re no longer one of the blessed.
This world is a pit of misery, tired and fetid, and it’s because you misread the scripture, I get it,
but I’m here to tell you this isn’t the Torah v the Bible v the Koran, it’s about loving the people and the planet you’re on.
If God can create a universe that does or doesn’t need to include ya,
do you really think he gives a fuck about your worn out minutiae?
An entity that can create a universe is in reverse to us, a perverse and cursed transcendental worm to us, existential, so contrary what’s a cold wind to him or her is a burn to us.
But you know what to say, you think he gives a shit if a person is liberal, politically alert or just gay.
You think sexuality if a valid reference as if the being that can create a whole universe has a fucking preference,
Forgive my irreverence but I’m the son of this lord, I run with the gun of truth as my word with common sense as my reference, our main disagreement is where my sense and your nonsense experiences severance. But I’m right and you shutting the fuck up is my preference.
If the universe is made by a God he has a preference for all, Yahweh, God and Allah accept us all in their big hall, this is heaven, whether obedient or irreverent, being good is enough to earn acceptance, hate is the only exception, enough to earn wrath from God’s indifference.
I suppose my lesson is peace, love and forgiveness.