The sinner's rocking heaven.
The gates have fallen wide.
Love and truth and honesty all left outside.
The angels play at football,
Beating drums not harps.
Their echoes heard through amplifiers all around the park.
God speaks words we seldom hear,
As she grabs the sinners by the ears.
She arranges the cracking vibe to flow,
Onwards through sullen skies.
She loathes the way that all is wrong,
Unjust, unfair,
She sits on a rosy pillow, toking on her ****.
She grins around her face,
Perhaps she thinks it's funny,
What the hell's gone wrong?
(C) LIVVI