Chicken

I, the egg, split me open And show the blood on my yolk Men's brains would be better scrambled Than left to hatch Into wars over who cracks who And who gets to pour their batter Into another's mold Fire up the oven All men should burn in hell God included For God is a man A man who is as prideful As the star He makes fall Yet God suffers no consequences And curses all anger against Him He fights fire with fire That He never feels the burn of God wouldn't make hell If He risked writhing in it And yet wakes man up to choose To fall into subservience Or wish he'd never been born