by Michael Seethaler
Artwork by Alexa Gaffaney
I’ve been raised up and taught about this prude
Who would be God if he did what he claimed to
He told everyone that he was the king of the Jews
And they said no, we’re going to kill you
Some beard who preached against greed and lust,
Were these miracles real? They sound ridiculous.
People on both sides, I don’t know who to trust.
Wait, if we killed God, what does that make us?
I’ve been taught that he died specifically for me
It sounds more like a power struggle that derived from envy
A strange bearded man said that he owned humanity
Well they crucified him to say we’re not subservient to thee
I would have joined and done the same thing
Nail him down, hang him up, to suffocate on a tree
Because the only one who gets to say what I should do is me
His era is over, time for the dynasty of we
So humanity evolved passed god? You may disagree
But there’s only so many things you can call this mutiny
So close the fancy doors and throw away the church key
Because we don’t want to worship this god trainee
Who’s God now?
Be First to Comment