I won’t have him; I never will
even if the universe goes still
Even if you all join in the conspiracy
He has no heart, nothing else, but unfeeling belly
I may not be smart, but I have art
I know my rights, even though unacknowledged are my deeds
And I won’t forgive the one who rocks my cart
You can all plead; even try to treacherously mislead
God has been very humble; but is no doormat
He has many forms that continue to bat
The road to Paradise may be mired in trouble
because the scheming creep has always burst my bubble
He has consumed my loyalties, like a trillion thieves
But I am not going to be the last one that grieves
He should know that the creep that deceives
Will be the final one that retribution receives
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