People need something
To believe in.
Do you believe in God, said St. Peter to the child.
Well I would say yes, but we both know I'd be lying.
For you see, I haven't been to confession in a while.
You see I heard God forgives all, so why must I believe?
If he's real, then at these gates, I will be welcomed in
And have my sins forgiven; so no I didn't worship Him.
Because he's as real as Santa,
But don't call me an atheist,
Or a blasphemer, for how can I believe in,
Something I've never seen and
Someone who never answered me.
Even when I believed, when I prayed to him;
He still couldn't be bothered, to talk to me.
So no, God is bogus, meaning not really real,
When Mommy got ill, her body he didn't heal.
And when Daddy got diseased, for sleeping with ladies,
And came up to Heaven, when I was only three.
And when doggy died, who was there to help me?
The foster family, with little Damien.
The evil older brother and his evil mother,
The evil daughter and their evil father.
Preaching to me, about being a Catholic,
Whilst beating me and cursing at me; you make me sick!
So I'm no God fearing Catholic,
I'm a fucking Satanist,
For he told me no lies,
He told me they must die.
He was the one who told me to pick up that knife.
Satan told me to kill my new family
And Satan will keep all of his promises to me.
If there is a God up above, just tell him kiss my ass.
The greatest trick the Devil ever pulled
Was convincing the world he did not exist.
But I've seen things, no child should see.
So now I'm a junior Antichrist…
So say bye, bye Pete.
This is a present, from Uncle Satan.
Goodbye Saint Peter; it's time to die God damn!
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