I cross the same bridge everyday, There are always the same people, With their different purposes, Or is it the same?
Today I saw God begging for a coin, On the bridge. Nobody looked at him, I guess they were mad, So was I.
I came to God and slapped his face, He understood and didn't fight back, I hit him for everything, Like an ant that escapes from the farm, After several minutes I remembered that I don't believe in God, Not this guy with a beard anyway, So I stopped and continued my way.
I returned for a last punch in the face, Just in case. This reminded me of my first fight with Tyler.