God can't judge me, this I know,
For 'twas Him that made me so.
This reply I hear so much
But with logic, out of touch.
Humans kill what they can't make,
And killing just for killing's sake.
Do you all kill blackjacks,
If they enter in?
So what's so odd about our God
Destroying those with sin?
Of course I kill them should they roam
Willy-nilly through my home,
Those that stay outside are fine,
As long as they don't cross the line.
But unfair to kill the humans,
Condemning them to hell,
Though humans kill what they control
And then judge God as well.
Do you allow the white-ants,
The termites in your home?
Or do you seek them out at once
And use a fine-toothed comb?
Why is it that we feel so good
And fill ourselves with joy,
Since all these things created,
We gleefully destroy.
Yet not one cockroach feeler
Nor feather on a bird,
Could humans ever build, and so
The thought is quite absurd.
Why resist the truth, then,
When God does judge his own
He created all things
And sits upon the throne.
Killing other creatures
Which we could not create
Is very fine with us because
Humans are so great.
We are kings and we do reign,
And evolution wins again.
We dominate all life-forms,
With power of death and life
Evolution's supreme product;
An eternity of strife.
But look upon your plate each day
And see the answer there.
Something died that you might live;
And you, so unaware.
The creature gives its life for you
And then the best that you can do
Is eat, unthankful, this or that
And so the Western World grows fat.
And what is true of fruit or meat
Or anything that we do eat,
Is also true of souls of men;
We need a sacrifice again.
The sacrifice that we might live
Was once, for ever, given.
When Christ did hold his hands out
And the heavy nails were driven.
So think of this each time you eat
Or kill a cockroach with your feet,
God created you, and so
He will decide where you shall go.
HKPYWELL
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