Have fun in the clouds with your father
I'll enjoy turning into nothing
I'd laugh, but I won't even bother
Because your words are too weak to sting

And even when I'm nothing, I'll have more worth
Than you ever did as a slave to this earth
As I rot away, and I decompose
Next to the rest of these corpses in rows
I'll create top soil, and grow tasty crops
While your faith in God slows down and stops

When I'm in the hole in the ground next to you
And you realize that you are nothing, too