'Clean Up Your Act' (A Message From God) - Poem by Rik Bertrand
I have come out of the abyss, and I look upon the Land
I have brought with me a message from god.
His words are short but very clear and decisive.
'Clean up your Act''
I am not as nice as that; I am the man at Bat.
I shall cut your threw, if you do not swiftly react.
I have the upper hand; God has given me lead,
I am his evil side, and I can make you bleed.
This world has become dirty with violence and hate,
And with all this mid evil crap you have sealed your fate.
I see that there is no way that you can turn it all around
So I will play the bad boy, and be the evil clown.
'Clean up you Act' he says, like that is going to happen.
Hate to say this little world, buy his spirits you do dampen.
I laugh out loud at all your hate, for it feeds my evil ways,
I smile, only thinking of the start of devil days.
I may be truly evil but I am the messenger of God
Most people would think that I am a despicable sod.
But if you do mend your ways, and clean up all this mess,
God will forgive my sins and hate me a little less.
Don't think that I want you to succeed, or to even come close,
I don't think it matters either way; this world will burn like toast.
So have not faith in what you do, just sit back and watch life burn
Watch the Devils hole open up as you all fall into the churn.
'Clean up you Act', it's all he said, I would think that you would listen
But you sit there on your ass and watch the TV glisten.
Damn this world is full nuts, and those that have no care.
God you have to listen to me, this bet is just not fair.
God, I retract my bet, I thought that they would act,
I really wanted to believe in them and that is a truthful fact.
But there is not enough of them that will turn the tide,
So I shall stay evil forever, and be your terrible side.
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