It's revelation reveals -

divine comedy (and more),

please welcome your four hosts -

death, famine, pestilence and war.



You say that we are all Gods' children, can you please explain -

how any father could inflict his children so much pain.

I'm sure he finds it funny - but I fail to see the joke,

I bet he'll piss his breeches when we all go up in smoke.



Life's one big disaster, I hear the sound of laughter coming from the hereafter, (I find it kind of odd)

we're stooges for Jehova, he loves to knock us over - so if I die laughing it'll be an act of God!



Thunderbolts were once his style

It's now malignant tumours,

I wonder what he'll think of next

to test my sense of humour?



You said I must accept his will - that God will spare the weak,

I bet those tears aren't tears of laughter running down your cheeck -

when you are stood right there beside me (egg upon your face),

your precious soul floats with the dust back home in outer space.