Sanders Sides- Virgil

Virgil's Thoughts on God

I look up at Roman and sniffle. "Can I sing a song that I write to you?" I look down at the floor. "Music has always comforted me." I look back up at him to see a sad smile on his face.

He nods. "Of course you can!" He lifts me up and wraps my legs around his waist so we look into each other's eyes. "Now sing to me, darling~" He rubs my left cheek with his thumb and smiles flirtatiously. Butterflies fill my stomach and I gulp as I start to quietly sing:

"I was sitting on my front porch, thinking about the world
Thinking about depressed little girls
So many people blame the Devil
But I don't think he's the one to blame
For he's not the one who I would shame
It's the man above, the one with a holy name
He is the one who has got to be tamed

So here I am, not giving a damn
I climbed up those golden stairs
And here I am

I went up to Heaven and I said to God:
'Hey man, I need a favor
Could you make the world a little bit better?
And I know that you're rather busy
But could you help just a little nobody?
Hey God, I need you to do something for me
Could you make the broken free?
Could you, could you, could you
Could you make the broken free?'

50 percent of the time Christians are out of line
They scream, 'God will make you free'
But then they tell me that I can't be me
You tell me that being gay is a sin
So some people grab a bottle of gin
I have a huge problem with this shit
I wish that you didn't exist

So here I am, not giving a damn
I climbed up those golden stairs
And here I am

I went up to Heaven and I said to God:
'Hey man, I need a favor
Could you make the world a little bit better?
And I know that you're rather busy
But could you help just a little nobody?
Hey God, I need you to do something for me
Could you make the broken free?
Could you, could you, could you
Could you make the broken free?'

Our so called savior is a bastard
He is the reason why we have faltered
This world is dying because of our supposed sin
But who said that God had to win?
Who said that God had to win?
And who said that He was right in the first place?
God is not my grace
Satan is my golden lace

I was sitting on my front porch, thinking about the world
And that's when I realized that God should hate Himself

I went up to Heaven and I said to God:
'Hey man, I need a favor
Could you make the world a little bit better?
And I know that you're rather busy
But could you just help a little nobody?
Hey God, I need you to do something for me
Could you make the broken free?
Could you, could you, could you
Could you make the broken free?'

Hey God, will you read my letter
And make this world a little bit better?"

I look into Roman's eyes to see love and understanding. He smiles at me and kisses my lips. "You're such a cute little satanist."

I roll my eyes. "I'm a Luciferian, not a Satanist."

He rolls his eyes at me and shrugs. "Same thing."

And then we go on arguing about how they are not the same thing.