Ha, if anything, deary,
God should be actually thanking me,
after all, I am doing His superlative will,
now, don’t fret yourself,
because every one of us is,
or you honestly take Him for a fool,
no, He’s totally in control,
over the entire creation, always.
See, that’s the game you can’t accept,
yet, still want God our most high,
without truly understanding the responsibility,
ultimately meeting His approval,
like asking for a punch ain’t gonna hurt,
but doesn’t say that you didn’t request it either,
whether you’re afraid or not,
there’s nothing to show unless you’re insecure.
Listen, baby, you cowering in My hand,
breath presently burning your naked body,
fingering your sensitive embarrassing regions,
to catch tears exactly on schedule,
precisely according to your programming,
that, I, of course set in order long ago,
which never had a real beginning,
since We have eternally continued as partners.
Sharwrong's Song 