Sometimes I’ve lied but not like John
Mostly I’ve just listened
To tales of angels and gods and self-deception
Whose sword I don’t fear
Just your little heart in their name

So I wish your little god would just leave your mind
Six thousand years of coercion
Six thousand years of slavery
Six thousand years of death
Six thousand years of reptilian breath
And still you believe this brings redemption by a son of Zarathustra?

Believe this brother
There is no division between creator and creation
God is not so small as to wear a watch or carry a ledger
God is not so small as to avenge or revenge
God is not so small as to Lord or be King
God is not so small as to be, It is
No God is so small as to not be You