Story of GōÐ

—Story of God—

[Gav's Imagining that he enters a Fancy Midnight Party with Bong, Booze & Babes]

Hey, yes all you girls wearing flashy pearls,

Sexy curves, tiny skirts, on fancy drugs

And you boys with pricey toys,

Sissy voice & fiery loins

Making out in Rolls Royce

All you nuts get off your butts

Put away your weed, listen up you creeps

Before you proceed to read

Here’s a warning you must pay heed

This poem is mean, ain’t no PG-13,

This shit’s R18

If you read this & get offended

I swear to Jesus that’s what I intended

Now the disclaimer is announced

Get ready for your god to be denounced

This is story is old, offensive & bold

To you, your papa should’ve told

But he had no balls

Well, here it goes

—Real God—

Thousands years back you said there ain’t no difference between white and black

What crap! We mortals barked back, laughed at you, said you were on crack

But you wouldn’t shut up & went on preaching equality

That’s it, your time was up, we needed superiority

We hatched a plan to get rid of you when you were out for walk

We jumped you, beat you, killed you, fed you to dogs

When you died, a fake you arrived

—Fake God—

In the new world that runs on lust, in you they trust

In material world you’ve massive clout,

It’s only matter of time, before you’re found out

But right now you’re hot, up on sale to be bought

When them idiots praying to you, Lord

I’m singing, shaking to the tunes of Lorde

These horny Babas claim to be direct descendants of yours

Frankly, I’d rather spend my dirty money on stinking whores

You show love to those who shower you with notes

Who are you man? A filthy politician bending over for votes?

Were you on dope when twin towers were getting blown up?

Hooking up with that slut, lying wasted in a pub

Getting off to lap dance in a strip club

Were you smokin pot on December-16 when they brutally raped her

What, speak up, oh! Twerking to ‘baby baby’ with Justin Beiber

No wonder your name rhymes with fraud, you dickwad

Al Qaeda, Taliban operates in your name

Killing kids, blowing buildings being their claim to fame

Why don’t you like gay, sent them to be slayed, each day

And why you create religion, to sow hate & division

If I were you I’d be ashamed,

Not you, to you it’s all a game

They say I’ve no faith in new you, that ain’t true

It’s the other way round, you so cruel

No, I don’t love you, God, like I love my iPod

Hell is what you got for blasphemous me; Hell is what I’m already in

So screw you, you pompous piece of shit

You seek worship, you seek love, wanting all to succumb & pray

Hey, come close, damn no way, you resemble that cocky prick SRK

But why so greedy when you the God, creator of all

Like all tools, fools, your time will come to fall

Like Jesus you’ll be nailed to the wall

Holy crap! I’m starting to think clear, whole of me shivering in fear

I know I’m so wrong, coz this is where you belong

You are never going away, you are here to stay

{Gasp}

—Gav is Back to Reality—

Minutes back, in our house, we got attacked

I got shot, she got stabbed

I’m bleeding lying on the floor, next to Eleanor

She’s to my right. Yeah, she’s my wife

I touch her, she’s cold, it’s over, our story is told

The floor is red, I bet she’s dead

My eyes are closing, I hear a bell

A ray of light, I see a sign, from what I can tell

It says 'Bitch, Welcome to Hell'