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Attention of the Center
I want to be God
Just as I was meant
I wanna be loved
In and out of the tent
I want to be praised
All throughout the world
Want to be adored
By the loveliest girl
And just as the world
Will come to its end,
I want it to be said,
“He was better than men.”
I want to be God
The kind in the book
You’ve perused His name
You’ve heard how it took
I want to go back
To 1247
‘Cause in my estimation,
That was close to Heaven
But Heaven exists
On the top of a pearl
Let’s abandon this thing —
Let’s give it a whirl —
I want to be God
The instiller of fear
Oh won’t that be sweet
To be held so dear
So deep in the pavement
Beneath human feet
The killer of traffic
The idol of meek
I’ll creep and I’ll crawl
Like a certain snake
There’ll be no limit
To the abuse I can take
So God is a question
And God is a snack
God sits on a throne
In a Missouri shack
God does his business
And wipes with his hands
The squalor of reason
Is what God understands
You’ll see the difference
All throughout the land:
The inglorious servant
Will one day gain command
Copyright ©
Keith Dovoric
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