The God of Nothing.

Who here beleives in you? Who here beleives in me? Who dare beleive in a immortal man by the likes of which we havent seen? Who here kneels down and prasies him on your old and bloody knees? You beg for forgiveness, when there was no crime! Do you mean to sit and listen, or just sit and pass the time? Sunday morning rolls around, you get out of bed and pray. But when Monday's eveing sun falls down you buy a girl and hit the town. And drink until you fall down. Then come the holy sabbath, you feel so guilty you could bleed. So you kneel at his house, on your broken hands and knees. You claim that he can hear you, you claim that he cares. But in reality you dont know if God is even there! You knight your self a pesant to a man you dubbed a king. You can speak his word chapter and verse but is it all that it is worth? You may as well get up off your feet, prepare to relish in crushed hopes and broken dreams. Worship his peices of wood, remeber him and serve him good or so help me you will burn. The one to proect you, shelter you from sin, it might as be your own shadow. When your dead you can keep knocking, but He wont let you in. Go head and praise a silly man. Might as well be dead. Forget your thoughts and feelings for your God for he is nothing but a man, a poorer man than me. For he is mearly nothing and thats all he'll ever be. For he is God of Nothing! For everyone and me.