If Your God Was Short

If Your God Was Short By RebelpJones The swinging doors of Hells cage Aint been rotated in some time by nothing interesting Not till that gentle giant Come to challenge wit with heart and size. You see you evil beast some call you Satan, and some call you God Well sir I call you none You have looked down upon me as if I was small Far to long Until I come to your Impressive house To bare witness of such great stature I think not Or to bare witness of a small mans Wizardry that put a cursed spell On humanity, Not my thoughts exactly Ive spent an eternity Attempting to be befitting To popular beliefs Well I tell you what Your witchery is up I'll no longer be a fool Be told exactly what to do Fore the way I see it I'm up in your house proving bigger than you. Proving to be a bit of a challenge The beast becomes enraged and savage As he rips in anger The left horn from His head And stabbed it through the giants chest I now walk with the devils horn Burnt deep all the way through to my back.