so I guess it starts like this
millions and millions of years ago, god wasn’t even born yet.
The world seemed to be doing okay.
Dinosaurs were around and they ate each other
and things went like that for a long time
until an act of god, (perhaps his birth)
sent heaven crashing down from space and killed the sunlight and killed everything that needed the sun.
God cried for a long time without really knowing why.
Fast-forward, ehh, about 65 million years
and people have discovered god inside their very souls
and in the rocks
and in their breadcrumbs if only you feel enough,
'cause by god, you just know!
But these people have some fucked up interpretations from the almighty,
almost as if this god is their own fear spouting the gospel
of bigotry from their throats,
each sentence staggeringly beautiful in its self-righteousness,
but god damn, as long as you look out for yours
st peter has no reason to turn you away from those lovely gates.
God can’t even meet you at the door,
what makes you think there’s any room in paradise
for your hatred and your sin.
While that was all being sorted out,
a whole bunch of people thought it their right to
enslave a whole other bunch of people.
These people were than shipped across the ocean like animals
and set to build the greatest nation the world had ever seen!
And aren’t you proud!
To stand up in front of your peers and scream the pledge of allegiance to
this divine state,
one nation under god,
he took us under his wing!
So we set out to be godlike,
and we maybe messed up a bit,
but then whoever said god was perfect?
Though I saw no god on those slave ships,
and I saw no god in those southron fields.
Fast forward a bit more.
Feel the tape run against your fingers-
Then a Civil War.
360,000 people gave their lives for the pursuit of liberty and an
end to slavery
258,000 died for their right to keep it.
And we hear that the south will rise again
like it has any say in the matter.
And we think the line in that bloodied sand stops there,
"We have a black president!"
"What more do you want?"
Because I still think that there are people alive today that have
the mentality of a slaveowner,
because go back 153 years
with these people and show me that I’m wrong.
They didn’t go quietly into that sweet night,
they gave their lives for the right to own another.
And they lost, and they hate, and they wear a uniform
that says you must obey me, for I am the law that binds all men.
Like we aren’t born into every problem we’ll ever have,
standing in line for a better chance
and screaming to god to send some hope,
and the line saying back
"Well I’m well adjusted to my apathy,"
and wondering what so seriously fucked this nation up
for the past four hundred years
like it isn’t right in front of us.
We are all children who grow too old to care
because what does it matter,
the world will go to shit but I’ll be gone,
hoping against hope,
looking for the light we’re promised like a little kid
who needs a candy negotiation to keep quiet in the car.
YOU DON’T WANT ME SCREAMING
my god is that you-
Fast forward another 65 million years and
I wonder if the creatures digging through our skeletons
will know how much we hated each other.
The Chinese knock off of Liz Lemon’s book.
"Dealbreaker: the book for you man no good" by Lesbian Yellow-Sour-Fruit