Else The Devil Would Have Eaten Him

Indeed, god is walking in his shoes today his shoulders look like flying buttress his gaze as solemn as a bullet's ricochet but joyful as a cat with cutlass claws he is a bounder that won't take any nonsense he is an evil fiend let's-say-it plain he lives by his wits, knocking on prison doors he'll sell you dishwater like it were champagne and leads your daughters astray to a foreign terrain. Indeed, god is walking in his shoes today- else the devil would have eaten him for breakfast and spread him out like thick-cut marmalade. He wears all the best sports clothing brands that money can buy. He doesn't have plans for the future. But knows that one day, even he will eventually die. He aims to sleaze his way into your heart and mind. And when he is finished, washed up, completely- he'll say, it was you, Lord, that led him awry into the dark.