American Gods
Show me something bigger than God.
Worship at the alter of oppulence and opportunism and
Pray you meet Heaven at a night club. If you're lucky, she might take you upstairs.
It will not be what you were taught in Sunday school.
In this garden of chaos, Heaven is not so pure and Hell is not as hot as home is.
I think I'll take my chances.
I've got a date with the Devil, and it ain't gonna end in a kiss.
Send my love to the American Gods.
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