Good God

You fight for the poor

You stand up against the oppressor and overthrow him

You humble the proud, and exalt the humble

You bring justice to the world

You change wrong into right

You empower the weak

You bring healing to the broken

You teach arrogant bullies a lesson

You are righteous

You reward the righteous and punish the wicked

You love justice and righteousness

You are kind and merciful

You are the God of freedom

You rescue those who are oppressed and downtrodden

You set slaves free

You empower women

You are loving and faithful

You never break your promises

You are trustworthy

You are my Father.

You protect those who seek you

You save those who obey you

You surround those who know you

In freedom, I will praise you:

"I bless you, o God of Justice

May your fame and knowledge increase on the earth

until your ways have possessed the nations!"

Evil God

I hate you, Evil God.

You team up with Pharaoh and help enslave the nations.

You force me to submit to hurtful people;

you don't care about my feelings.

You turn me over to evil people,

you condemn me when I don't forgive them,

you reprimand me when I try to fight them,

you punish me when I rebel against them.

You force me to submit my mind to confusing teachings;

you condemn me when I ask questions;

you punish me when I challenge teachers.

You tell me those in authority are always right.

You demand that I say that you are good,

you bully me into gratitude.

You bind me up with cords of rope so that I won't fight evil;

You lash out at me angrily or sternly correct me when I judge evil;

You turn me over to the tormentors whenever I am angry at being abused;

You try to make me like a sheep or a kitten,

you cut off my testicles and force me to live in fear,

and then you reprimand me for not hanging out with men.

You tell me not to ask questions about whether hurtful people's behavior is wrong;

You judge me and write me off, saying "he's just bitter,

don't worry about him.

Obviously he just needs to forgive.

He has issues.

He is demonized for a reason."

You minimize my pain,

You're tired of listening,

You are sick and tired of my shit.

You force me to believe evil people have good intentions,

to give them the benefit of the doubt,

to believe the best about them.

You make me stand by and watch with a cheesy grin of love

while they rape and pillage and torment.

With outstretched arms of love, I will win them to your big teddy bear heart.

They won't know the truth about you;

No one does.

Only I know the truth.

Everyone else knows your teddy bear heart.

"Stop judging your dad!

You are under a curse.

You need to repent."

You take away my weapons and rape me.

You take away my will to fight and my will to live,

and threaten me with hell if I commit suicide.

You trap me at every turn,

my escape route is blocked off,

so that you can torment me.

Yet I will praise you, because I have to,

or else they will get me and reprimand me with the Bible:

"Fuck you, Evil God.

Go to hell."

Big Time

I'm practicing scales

Gotta train these fingers

Make these strings sing

The song of my heart

The one I haven't written yet

But I know it's in there

The one that's gonna open things up

Change all this mess

I can see it now,

That song is all I need.

She'll look at me with those eyes,

The ones I've always wanted,

And he'll tell me he's proud of me,

And they'll all want my autograph

and they'll hang on my every word

and I'll be invited places

and I can dress cool and act cool,

and pretend it comes so naturally

and when people ask me what's my secret,

I won't tell them the truth.