God is black and short in height,
Over the day he prefers night,
Between gospel and metal, the latter;
And exists as a believer in Black Lives Matter.

God is fat, and of all things true:
He lives life as a happy Jew;
"To Hell with Marriage, that's a trap—
And let us do away with wage gap!"

God is gay, he hates the Pope,
He wants to drink and fight and smoke,
His laugh is not masculine, or hearty;
On Election Day, he votes third-party.

His hair is wrecked, his teeth are jacked,
He loves his drugs, best of all Smack;
All these 'flaws', tell me, you traitor:
You still love your beloved 'Creator'?

Hey, Believer! Did you know:
God's faith died a long time ago;
He loves World War, and hits 'replay'—
He sold his Bible on EBay.

So next time you're down on your knees,
Of things you've learned, remember these.
And on your way towards Heaven's light,
No worries— thank God He's not White.