Saturday, August 08, 2015

the convert


The atheist glared at the sky and yelled
If there be a God, let me be felled
Let the Earth swallow me up whole
Let lightning burn my body to coal
Let this mind of mine lose rational thought
Let plague and disease turn my skin to rot
God heard him and simply kept quiet
Smiled gently and stayed out of sight
But his rant hadn’t fallen on deaf ears
(It was indeed met with the clink of beers)
For later that evening, the Devil dropped by
Said with a devilish laugh and a hell-fiery eye
So lovely that you think the bugger’s a fraud
As the man whispered – save me, good Lord!

ram cobain

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