God

by

Thomas Leatherbarrow

Is he there is he running scared
Let me tell you what I’ve heard

I’ve heard that he is fictitious
He’s fake
He’s just one hell of a mistake

All he does is give false hope
To all of those
Who grieve and mope

God’s not real he never was
He’s only there
Simply because

Were scared of what we cannot see
So we place are trust so faithfully

But its all bullshit
every last bit
Its all bullshit
Yes all of it

So stick god were the sun don’t shine
Because I am a person
I have a mind

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