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God in shorts, I never thought I'd see the day,
gloves and boots and grease on the eyebrows too

the bell went for round one, I threw a left, then he 
smiteth me to the body with great vengence,

then yay....I had him on the ropes at last and a fierce 
exchange followed, and his trainer, Jesus, shouting 

in a rage, "come on dad!...don't give old Nick a win,
twill send the world into a spin,"

and then he caught me with a roundhouse to the jaw
it sent me tumbling to the floor; up on one knee

he misunderstood, saying, " rise up my son, I am your God,"
I jumped up quick, and punched him square, and Jesus 

shouted, "hey that's not fair!": the last round came, the 
crowd went wild, then God behaving like a child, 

dancing, taunting me in tongues, I knocked him flat
into the gunge; with gnashing of teeth and a bible punch

he caught all five, a fiery bunch, and came a great commotion
and a God almighty crunch: the lord was down twas no mistake,

but came the decision, on points and gore, that it could only be
an acrimonious draw, then a band of angels siezing this chance 

began to sing their choral dance; typical I thought and piped up 
my demons from the crowd, a merry scene twas it indeed,

to share our world...the love and greed.

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