HIM
Our father who art in heaven
Stay there . . . Jacques
Prévert
If I wasn't spos'd to eat,
then why'd You plant the tree?
And if You knew I would,
Why bother tempting me?
And though You knew ahead
I'd do what You forbade me.
You toss'd me out of Paradise
For being what You made me.
But I'll have one last word,
As through Thy gates I pass,
You can take Yer Flamin' Sword
And stick it up Yer Ass.
