God Was Dead
They told me God was dead
So being the sod I am
I reinvented it
A condom couldn't have prevented it
I have leaked the plans
And it can be made to measure
On a 4d printer
I didn't do it for treasure
Or for booty
But to prove myself
In the medieval sense
I put red hot metal on me
And swallowed fire
Sunk to the very earth
I didn't find God
I made it in my despair
Like a raft made of bloated corpses
I called it by many names
Now I just call it natures balm for suffering
The joy, song, sweetness and strength
Amidst the tears
It is very real
I will take the Pepsi challenge
As for the various corporate churches
And their off the shelf
Outdated prescriptions?
Meh!