God and His Heaven

Zane A. Murray

If there is a place that is up above,
It must be as soft as the silk of a glove,
White and shiny as the stars in the sky,
Sounds like day dreams, created by a bearded guy.

They say God created the Heaven and the Earth on the first day,
I’m sorry, but I don’t believe that, not ever, and definitely not today,
Not really a place for me to keep in my mind,
I don’t have to worry about something that I may or may not find,

There’s a man in the clouds staring down at me, and he isn’t happy,
Says I can’t masturbate with my manliness, can’t go fappy fappy,
Tells me what to do and what I can’t, staring down on my meaty body, like I’m one of a million ants.

He lives in paradise, a place of no suffering, letting no one normal in,
Telling people to stay out of his tree house, punishing people like a doll full of pins,
Sends them to Hell to burn for eternity, giving people leprosy,
And all you can really do is obey or say, “Really dude? Seriously?”

Sits up there on his throne of fire, around the angels of slavery,
In the heavens of the Earth, only a few angels, that turned into demons, really had any bravery,
He’s just a bully, self conscious of his appearance, never actually letting us see him,
Or maybe it’s for our own good, because he’s an evil being, black and his face full of sinister grim.

He has many names, Elohim, Jehovah, Yahweh,
They say he’s righteous, but really I say no way,
There’s a limit that he just hit, I denied him when I was about eleven,
There’s a better place that’s after death I’m sure, but I sure wouldn’t call it Heaven.