Great Big Piece
There's a cosmic distribution of suffering
We all get a slice of it
There's no running and no recovering
Nobody escapes the ----
It don't matter where you come from
It don't matter where you belong
It don't matter what's your skin-tone
It's all gonna turn out wrong
At the great big banquet in the sky,
God's always there to offer you a slice
A great big piece of the eternal pie
Of suffering
There's a holy domain on suffering
Ain't nobody immune
You can have all the riches in the world
You can be all alone in your room
You can have the world's wealthiest uncle
Or junkie tracks up your arm
There may be a light in the tunnel,
But it's a locomotive train called "Harm"
While at the great big banquet in the sky,
God's always there to offer a slice
A great big piece of the eternal pie
Of suffering
Who's up for seconds?
Whoa I barely finished mine
To live in the rain is human --
To survive the storm is divine
There's a cosmic distribution of suffering
We all get a slice of it
There's no running and no recovering
Nobody escapes the ----
And at the great big banquet in the sky,
God's always there to offer you a slice
A great big piece of the eternal pie
Of suffering
Say, who's up for seconds?
Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2021
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