Meet the mad, manic, Mister Murgatroyd
An undynamic blistered humanoid
A curred curmudgeon you don't want to meet
In a bar, back alley, or dead end street
He's a filthy, flagrant, flatulent fart
Sewer rat mind and tarantula heart
Cleaves cuddly kittens, feeds them to guppies
Pet pranks the pet shop, punting the puppies
He's our white whale and our snake in the grass
A demon from hell, one pain in the ass
His black, rotten heart's beyond all belief
We need good karma to offer relief
Slurp burping some soup, soup wouldn't swallow
Burp slurping for breath, death would soon follow
A lone chicken bone was lodged in his throat
His face had changed tone and started to bloat
No one there for the Heimlich maneuver
Cuz no one cared from here to Vancouver
No smelling salts would be administered
No certificate of death was registered
They scrambled his brains to stop his last twitch
Then scraped his remains, dropped him in a ditch
A soulless soul and one sorry old sot
Heavens to Murgatroyd?... Heaven thinks not!
Jesus paid it all
Hung on that Cross he took the fall
We fell short of the glory
We failed to believe
That he was the true King
Jesus son of God
Made miracles happen
Turned water in to wine
Said things that are still on our mind
Jesus cast out an unclean spirit
On front of many
Yet still many of us refuse to hear it
Jesus healed a leper
Gave a blind man sight
Today we are still battling amongst one another
I refuse to go down in the night
I'll stand up and spread God's light
Jesus raised a son from the dead
If you open up the Bible
It's clear
The words of Jesus are in red
Jesus curred demon possessed men
Because of the Cross we are forgiven
Jesus raised Lazarus from the dead
He bled
He fed so many
These are just a few of many miracles Jesus has done
So many people doubt his existence
I know Jesus is the only one
To the Father
So I praise you King of Glory
This isn't about my story
Jesus this is about you
It's about the truth
ill love you forever
but you dont have the time
i wish you would see
but it doesnt matter to me
ill hold open my arms for all of time
either for you
or for all the earth
ill take care of my life
with passionate peace
ill smile when ussually id cry
write
scream
hate
die
but now, i cant help but smile
at the things lifes given to me
to the things ive seen
the things ill do
lifes so good.
even at the worst parts,
everything can be curred with a mother freaking smile(:
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