God Is A Shotgun

Shut your mouth, my child, yours aren't mine. Just join the headless idiots in the line. Kiss your goat, he's holding the shotgun. He's pointing it at your face and you still expecting it to be fun. My God is a shotgun. Jesus is dropping his hurricane on all of you insane idiots. I can't fucking believe this l! The Devil's day of Judgement is here. He thinks he can still win Heaven, though his fate is abundantly clear. Holy men are sick with an illness they cannot fix. They spend their cash on treats for their Heavenly tricks. His wife filed and left him for good. She screamed goodbye right where the asshole stood. She threw a fist in the air and joined the Hopefuls on the street. The angry bastards will give up and admit defeat