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I.
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Those vile, obscene lyrics played over and over
As if they had broken a cosmic rule
So while I accept that God might be good
I must also confess that God might be cruel.
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V.
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To win your love, they try harder and harder
They lift to build muscle; they run to be thinner
Their desperate striving just makes him laugh
For the game is in luck and the gene is the winner.
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He'd yell with a thundering, reproachful voice
His scowling would leave them in furious pain
And then he would tell them they'd always be sad
-- Upon that, I'd say we must end his whole reign.
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II.
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For suppose he's content with the joy of a few
And only a few, above all the rest
This 'God' I envision is truly a sadist
Culling his duds in selecting his best.
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VI.
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He lures them away from romance into drugs
To give them precisely the traits to condemn
To make them destructive, deceitful, and selfish
Is merely his way to shift blame onto them.
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X.
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So next time you see him, this blundering beast
Admit he's a failure, a coward, a sneak
There is no place in this beautiful world
For a scapegoating snob who plays hide and go seek.
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III.
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He inspects every fish that he traps in his net
For the length of its jaw and the size of its bone
In his contest of favorites he blesses the hale fish
And leaves the sick fish to die all alone.
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VII.
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His heartbroken victims now retching aggrieved
He entices them all with a beautiful lie
That their service in anguish would not be in vain
For rewards of their own when they finally die.
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XI.
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And seize, if you can, this slavemaster sadist
And smash him, and pound him, and bloody his face
The fact that he does not care how you feel
Is truly an insult and a disgrace.
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IV.
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He makes the unsightly appear to be wicked
By tempting their ire, he covers his crime
Pronouncing poor misfits, some thrown into madness
As fools to reject in the Darwinist's climb.
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VIII.
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Why, he'd send them to Hell, this merciless bully
Now think for a minute how awful that is
These weaklings he'd torture forever, you say?
No evil on Earth would come close to his.
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XII.
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The teachings of Christ I have given great thought
While I don't believe all, a few I adore
Seek not as an end the misfortune of any
Acknowledge the real and be kind to the poor.
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