Propaganda

To: God. How have you been, up in Heaven?
With your angels and their perfect chorus
Your 'truths' and the lucky number seven
Of demons lurking in large, dark forests
Of the evil six-six-six temptation
Full of 'sinful' love, passion, and pleasure
You say you are the people's salvation
Yet leave anyone who does not measure
Is it warm up there in that high, blue sky?
Weather has got to be good, I suppose
Now I should go, to Hell I must apply
In your world, I do not wish to impose
So stop feeding me hate propaganda
I will not fall for it -Love, Miranda