For god so loved the world is such a fabricated one liner.
Whether I am right
or wrong, we are both going to end the same.

I will crawl out of the water
and you will magically part it.
Walk right through it.

If I'm a deciever
then may lightening strike me down.
Reach for the sky, there's nothing left
here for you but atmosphere.

Darwin would envy me.
Lord, I've been saved
and it wasn't by you.
Can you fathom that?
Oh, can you fathom that?
My
emblem of choice walks on its own two legs.
But, yours just simply preaches a
name.
And, I believe you've all been naturally selected to be irrational and
perpetual to still believe.

This is survival of the fittest.
Where is
your savior now?
This is divine intervention.
Worship the savvy.

If I'm
a deciever then may lightening strike me down.
Reach for the sky, there's
nothing left here for you but atmosphere.