My Sweet Lord

Face to face with the creator in my robes laced up... My sweet lord Felt the top of my head burning before turning my face up... My sweet lord Touched by an angel and I'm gifted with a blistered back Heinous mismatch, this is that Christian rap My ex-Deus-machina left me to pray in my schema Alpha the omegalomaniac, mega low schemer Made a deal on our behalf with the crafty deceiver To make the face of earth a place like hell for the believer The cherubim grabbed my hair and then dragged me to the lion's den Lunch in hand, a bunch of pussies, I had no fear for them I've roamed the forests where the trees are screaming preachers When kids talk shit I summon bears to maul their facial features Oh, my sweet lord, go unsheathe your sword I really want to go with you into battle for the great reward We'll slaughter them all Cut their words from their cords Their souls won't go with them In death they are scorned See the evil that we bring when the lands have got no king It was the most ironic thing since Solomon's demonic ring I tore her limb from limb and sent one part to every door This gory story goes before we instigate this holy war My piety they know me for, a saintly soul is at my core Their attraction made me fraction up my godly sanctioned whore Just like the sodomites, these wretches never quite did do it right So retch and offer up your daughter's flesh in the dead of night After the battle, we'll take your children, women and cattle But if she's not a virgin then her living is a hassle We'll burn the homes of Babylonian's The dock's, the livestock and the crops Before their very eyes we'll dash their children on the rocks Hurl jagged stones on Saturday so that they can pay For evil habits like blasphemy or breaking the sabbath Oh, my sweet lord, please ferment this gourd I really want to get drunk on the miracles that you have poured