I was the only pallbearer at God's funeral
I dragged the casket the last 25 yards
They served Deviled Eggs and Devil's Food Cake.
The Christians brought
Mogen David wine
The other deity guests present
argued who should bare the blame
For allowing Nietzsche and Darwin
To spread blasphemous theories
Causing worshippers to question their faith
Jesus couldn't have cared less
Considered to be a prodigal son
he was busy cheating Catholics at Bingo
Acting like a false prophet
The Jews believed he was.
Shiva was eating his TBone steak.
Sitting alone at a table
The Entertainment was provided by The Church of Scientology
With the thetans rendition of
The Space Opera.
JSB
Sci-fi fantasy, please come hence to me.
Show me wonder, space opera blunder.
Show the Galaxy, the worlds I must see.
A droid, a spaceship, through the stars I'll skip.
A rebel scout, to hear a wookie shout.
Oh if only! I had my fantasy!
I'd fire my laser. Wield my light saber.
I'd fly at warp speed. No rules would I heed.
I'd be a pirate. I would never quit.
Solo would envy. Faster than him, I'd be.
Even in the matrix, I'd get my kicks.
I'll take dystopian. You just say when.
Oh please! Oh please I beg! Bring forth to me.
My so well deserved, sci-fi fantasy.
-Angel Fatale-
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