Woe to you who treat God as useful fiction
You like me should offer prayer in contrition
Instead you come at me like you’re my superior
And jaw at me like I am some kind of inferior
Oddly it is that those who best know me
See you for what you are in all of your heresy
You want me to bend in some sort of fear
Never realizing how I am and that I will persevere
You try to taunt me into acts that I will not do
I can see you for what you and have mercy on you
Despite your acts and words and deeds, if our girls win
Then I will consider it all that’s needed and be happy then
I know how my daughters are when they were with me
They and I are happy and love each other as one family
