It’s revelation reveals —
divine comedy (and more),
please welcome your four hosts —
death, famine, pestilence and war.
You say that we are all Gods’ children, can you please explain —
how any father could inflict his children so much pain.
I’m sure he finds it funny — but I fail to see the joke,
I bet he’ll piss his breeches when we all go up in smoke.
Life’s one big disaster, I hear the sound of laughter coming from the hereafter, (I find it kind of odd)
we’re stooges for Jehova, he loves to knock us over — so if I die laughing it’ll be an act of God!
Thunderbolts were once his style
It’s now malignant tumours,
I wonder what he’ll think of next
to test my sense of humour?
You said I must accept his will — that God will spare the weak,
I bet those tears aren’t tears of laughter running down your cheeck —
when you are stood right there beside me (egg upon your face),
your precious soul floats with the dust back home in outer space.