Jehovah could never hold a creation class
Look at the wretches outside; are they the best
This apparently perfect God could amass
In every person I see a grotesque
Their lives are full of misery
Their dreams are mere exaggeration
And the only good thing about Christianity
Is its penchant for constant flagellation!
Imagine for a moment there was no pleasure to sex
That we were fully rational agents of sentience,
Humanity would die out long before spawning anew
Oh pity the next generation and spare them the pretense
Of being happy in a world of chaos and hell
That was merely one of Brahma's accidents
Our very existence is punishment
Humanity is seven billion sad stories
Its very much like the fall in the bible
Only without any pretentious allegories
Prisoners shouldn't be locked away
We are already compagnon de miseries
Earth is one great penal colony
You'd notice if you weren't such busy bees
(And I don't mean bees literally;
Otherwise you'd be happy with your lot!)
