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