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Outdated prescriptions?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!