I’m tired of seeing un-Godly faces,
Immoral shits in higher places,
Looking down on what we do,
Standing tall above the zoo.
They like to claim that they are gods,
With Christian aims to save the mobs.
They tell us we’ll never be the same,
As though what they are is hard to attain,
If only they knew I could wipe off my shoe,
And tell them, “Even this is better than you.”
I’d take that muck and paint the roads,
To show others better places to go.
I would show myself that very same place,
And make sure I will not be one more un-Godly face.