God's Confession

God's Confession I was sitting along In a god forsaken bar Somewhere on the lunatic fringes Of society Enjoying my lonely drink Drinking by my lonesome self With my partners Jimmy Dean, and the Walker brother And his old Granddad Just drinking and hanging With the Jack Daniel's gang A crazed bum With a thousand year stare Walks up to me He begins Muttering to himself Nutty nonsense Crazy words In a lunatic's voice He had the look Of one possessed  By his own demons That only he can see Or hear Possessed by a secret knowledge Only he knew Despite myself I was fascinated  By this lunatic's tale So I stopped him  And said So what's your game Anyway The short little dude Stopped his insane prattle Starting at me With that thousand year old stare Just another washed up Lunatic Too many drugs Too many bad nights On the wrong side of life He looked at me And proclaimed his story He reared up And filled up the room And lifted the bar On his finger And stared down at me From the sky And said Since you asked I am God The alpha and Omega The real deal The original dude of dudes The sultan of Swing God of hosts And father of that Jesus dude But no one knows me  Any more No one cares They think I am irrelevant They think I am dead They think I am a fairy tale From some olden, ancient time Some say I am dead Others think I should be dead That my work is done I looked at him Carefully now And what did I see An old man With that lunatic look But there was something else He was crazy Sure yes But perhaps he was the real deal I mean why not Why would not God be A lunatic wandering around loose Talking to low lives like me In a bar On the way to hell Many a year ago People believed in me But one day They quit believing in me And they went on without me As they left me  My powers got weaker and weaker And so eventually I became What you see today A broken down drunk Hanging out  Looking for a hand out And he laughed and laughed And I looked at him And saw the beginnings of the end I saw a million planets  Flash by  A billion people He was telling the truth But it did not matter In this day and age Of materialism God has no role God is truly dead And so I bought him a drink And walked out of the bar Profoundly sadden by what I had seen God was dead And we had all conspired  To kill him Long live God what happens when you meet God in a bar