Door Knocker

You think to bargain with me
You sorry fool
How clear must I make it?
The evidence is at hand
Look at it
It reads red
What more could you need
Bargain!
With a man who bleeds upon the page
I’m sorry
Not gonna happen
May as well tell me that god loves me

God can kiss my ass

I said

God can kiss my ass

Well what do you know
No retribution
Oh
I see
I will be judged

Well mate
You and your sorry ass God
Best read your own rules
“Judge not lest ye be judged”
A good rule
One that I willingly agree with
For you have judged me
So now
Be judged
You dear sinner
Sorry
I mean preacher
Shall be judged by my serrations
God?
God?!?
You fool
If you get to say hi to him
Tell him he has obligations
Tell him . . .
Tell him I said
Bless this

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