Where is God? (So I can fight him)

O holy St. Anthony; Gentlest of saints,

I cry this prayer onto you,

I speak not of want; only of need,

And my requests are but a few.

What I have lost: was not misplaced,

But like my faith it was taken,

My hands are sullied; my name disgraced,

My request will leave me forsaken

O! Sweet Saint; full of human love,

Will you please help me find the almighty?

I want to meet God

Face to Face

And ask him to fuckin fight me

He can bring the apostles,

And all the angels in heaven,

I’ll be outside the Mart kid,

We’ll sayyyyyy 10 past 7?

I proclaim to the Anthony

Saint of good faith

If I get my hands on our Lord,

I’ll break his feckin’ face.

You might query,

O sweet Anthony,

Perhaps I can find,

A heart not so angry?

But my fury burns like,

Moses Bush,

No, not from envy,

Yes…his house is bigger

And having unlimited wine would of course be very handy,

But I was told by the girl I love,

That she,

Can-not stand me.

If that’s not Gods fault, then who else?

Mine? No it cant be