The wars of the gods are fought
In the flesh of humankind
Pawns posed in a posture of divine purpose
Pleading for power, repenting of pride
Prepared to die, an eye for an eye
Upon the battlefield the devil dines
Was this your destiny, or some deity’s design
Wars to be lost, battles to be won
I am the star, the moon, the sun
Will you worship me when you’re done
I am all things, so let’s be clear
Vengeance is mine so make yourself pure
I am the bullet, the crime, the tear
The blood that you spill, the bringer of fear
A deaf ear I turn, a judgment I render
Appease me now for I am the offender
I hold the answers, you wonder why
Belief is a disease and so you will die
Call it a gift, call it a game
I create lust and demand you abstain
This constant collaboration between me and I
We are the truth and therefore we lie

Bite into my apple of immortal desire
Look upon the nakedness of eternal fire
I am Satan, I am god, I am the mystery within the façade

Of all of the days to sleep in this late
Why did I have to choose today
The revolution we'd been planing along
I'm sure was already underway

I grabbed my bag, thank goodness already packed
And headed for the door
I ran out so fast my dog was aghast
My feet barely touching the floor

When I arrived at the park
I saw none of my friends
There were old ladies knitting shawls
Old men playing rummy and gin

I was already there
So I refused to go home
The revolution got canceled
And I wasn't informed

So I stood up on my soapbox
And yelled listen to me
All the old folks gathered round
As I gave the greatest of speech

I talked of how long
We'd been beat down by the man
As I went point by point
Of my intricate plan

There came weakened shouts
From a few in the crowd
While the hearing impaired
Wondered what all the fuss was about

We all moved to the street
With luck a Boy Scout happened by
To help all the old ladies across
But only one at a time

We surrounded Dairy Queen first
Because they have ice cream soft serve
Which goes down so smooth
When your wearing dentures

Next we did a flash mob
In the local Right-Aid
There were old women swinging purses
And old men waving canes

They all slowly shuffled down
The adult diaper aisle
Where they stripped the shelves clean
With raspy giggles and wrinkly smiles

Things were running so smoothly
According to revolutionary plans
We were creating social havoc
And sticking it BAD to the man

In the middle of the craze
My cell phone it rang
It was my radical friends
Wondering where I have been

I'm a tad bit embarrassed
That's the least I can say
In my mad rush to arrive
I went to the wrong park today

So I snuck out the back of Rite-Aid
As the swat team arrived
If I had a conscience I'd feel bad
In leaving my new old friends behind