I went to visit God and he was no picture of health,
Covered in drugs and alcohol; he’d wasted his wealth,
Left in the foetal position all scarred and bruised,
Diagnostic testing showed he was self-abused,
I go to heaven on a regular basis,
Forever seeing the same old faces,
Plants, trees, bottles and little coloured pills,
Stolen off God; I fly over the hills,
In his stupor he hands over the keys to the Pearly Gates,
Now I’m with him for ever as my life dissipates,
Wrapped in soiled garments; heavens a mess,
How much further can this rotten life regress?
God has disappeared; he's looking for another soul,
I take all the paraphernalia and destroy it all,
As I walk away with life, I know in my head -
That I’m now God; the other ones dead!
What did you think
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A really unusual take on 'God'I like it too.Good write.Montey
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