He recommences our reverences to give us holy references
Forgive us all our trespasses and get rid of all our grievances
Ever loving all knowing omnipresent host.
The father the sun and the oh so holy holy ghost
The always living never breathing entity of trust?
Or a mirth, a myth of scientific research to bust.
They tell me to believe and you will receive his glorious love,
They tell me to pray so intense to a king who reigns above
They say he heals the wounded.
And raises men from the dead.
With a flick of the primordial wrist
And a water casket to wine the world becomes astounded. And blind.
Oh worship oh glory oh messiah lord our god.
I've never seen you and have no proof that you aren't some sort of charade
But yet I'll sing and dance because why not?
Oh sentient flying magical unicorn robot.
Its all stupidity there's placed no validity of the sweet serendipity of the grown ups version of Santa clause
As children we believed that Santa did exist, as children we were told that bunnies give you chocolate eggs, as children we believed that all these myths did coexist.
God is just another children's tale, that the world will never grow out of.
