And look at the nosey sunrise,
Mom forces me to pray, otherwise,
I get a smack on my head.
But is God really that good?
Like Peter Pan and Robin Hood?
Does he do what he really should?
I have my serious doubts.
The other day I went out to play,
In the fields where sunflowers sway,
Just then he hit me with a spray,
The dude was really mean!
First he paints his flowers red,
That seem so happy and well fed.
But then he makes them brown and dead.
The guy is so confused!
Don’t you think God is one of us?
Just a slob like one of us,
Just a stranger on the bus,
Trying to make his way home.
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