Today, I am at war with God.
Nothing he does seems to be in my accord.
We battle it out, I, with Me on my side.
But his omniscope leaves me with no place to hide.
Low blows he’s recruited as his mode de choice –
Mounted on paper planes built from his every old favour’s invoice.
I’m sorry Mr.Maker, that we can’t see eye to eye,
After all, I’m down here while you’re up in the sky.
I’m sorry Mr.Foresaker, you’ve riddled me too much.
I’m a good enough soul. I propose we go Dutch –
You’ll have none of my goodness on credit. No more.
Let’s have a chat, for once, and maybe settle all scores?
Nothing he does seems to be in my accord.
We battle it out, I, with Me on my side.
But his omniscope leaves me with no place to hide.
Low blows he’s recruited as his mode de choice –
Mounted on paper planes built from his every old favour’s invoice.
I’m sorry Mr.Maker, that we can’t see eye to eye,
After all, I’m down here while you’re up in the sky.
I’m sorry Mr.Foresaker, you’ve riddled me too much.
I’m a good enough soul. I propose we go Dutch –
You’ll have none of my goodness on credit. No more.
Let’s have a chat, for once, and maybe settle all scores?
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