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from strut in the dirt by grayman | geraldson

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For thousands of years…
the Devil heard every word.
So he found himself a crack
and opened up the Earth.
For those same thousand years…
God overheard each word.
So he told his Son to stay
while he met the Devil half way…

So God looked at him, stood chin to chin with fire in his grin:

“You know, this town ain’t big enough for the both of us.
Looks like we’ll have to settle all these rumors and drunken thoughts”

So eternally damned, the Devil did stand and so he squared up man to man:

“So put up your dukes, let’s fight,
and lay down all our hammers
So these simpletons below us
will shut up with all their clamor”

and Eureka one, found God’s tongue, and started all the fun:

“Your know your lies are all rotten
like the roots of your teeth,
but I have to admit it’s pleasure
that I made them seek,

[Devil] “There ain’t no dentist in heaven
that would get near my Devil mouth,
even if there was, it’s your drills that I’m not about.

So Eureka two gave him the blues and the Devil broke down and asked:

“What the hell are we doing here?
…that’s all in the past,
I called for this meeting
to become free at last.
My friends got the wrong impression of me,
They only use me for my schemes,
But really I’m not such an evil guy,
I was just disowned and left out on the streets.”

Well.

[Devil] “Oh, glory to God,
can we please switch spots,
‘cause this place is borin’ the hell outta me.
And the sinnin’ just never stops”

So God empathized with purple eyes and a heart washed with green:

[God] “Well I never thought you’d asked
cause all this praise is gettin’ to me,
perfection cheats the thrill of life,
and it feels like blasphemy.

“Aren’t we just great and all?
but now I hear a loud guffaw,
it sounds like it’s coming from Earth,
those simpletons must’ve heard our every word…

We’re not even…back to where we started…
things just got a whole lot worse…
God, can’t we…just wipe them all out again?
and do what we rehearsed?”

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from strut in the dirt, released June 26, 2018

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