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
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