My Sweet Lord

Face to face with the creator in my robes laced up... My sweet lord
Felt the top of my head burning before turning my face up... My sweet lord
Touched by an angel and I'm gifted with a blistered back Heinous mismatch, this is that Christian rap
My ex-Deus-machina left me to pray in my schema Alpha the omegalomaniac, mega low schemer
Made a deal on our behalf with the crafty deceiver
To make the face of earth a place like hell for the believer
The cherubim grabbed my hair and then dragged me to the lion's den
Lunch in hand, a bunch of pussies, I had no fear for them
I've roamed the forests where the trees are screaming preachers
When kids talk shit I summon bears to maul their facial features
Oh, my sweet lord, go unsheathe your sword
I really want to go with you into battle for the great reward

We'll slaughter them all
Cut their words from their cords
Their souls won't go with them
In death they are scorned

See the evil that we bring when the lands have got no king
It was the most ironic thing since Solomon's demonic ring
I tore her limb from limb and sent one part to every door
This gory story goes before we instigate this holy war
My piety they know me for, a saintly soul is at my core
Their attraction made me fraction up my godly sanctioned whore
Just like the sodomites, these wretches never quite did do it right
So retch and offer up your daughter's flesh in the dead of night
After the battle, we'll take your children, women and cattle
But if she's not a virgin then her living is a hassle
We'll burn the homes of Babylonian's
The dock's, the livestock and the crops
Before their very eyes we'll dash their children on the rocks
Hurl jagged stones on Saturday so that they can pay
For evil habits like blasphemy or breaking the sabbath
Oh, my sweet lord, please ferment this gourd
I really want to get drunk on the miracles that you have poured