My God Is Hungry
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My God is hungry, he stabs your God;
The people are up in arms,
Though they say your God will raise again-
No gods were really harmed.
No Gods died to further a plot;
They were not experimented on,
And resemblances to people living or dead-
Must always be frowned upon.
The Gods used to own the whole world once;
We gave them dominion over fish and fowl;
But their pedestals toppled lean centuries ago,
And now they can only nod and bow.
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