In the beginning Man created God; and in the image of Man created he him. And Man gave unto God a multitude of names, that he might be Lord over the earth when it was suited to man.
Songs from the wood make you feel much better.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
I'll pour a cup to you my darling, raise it up, say Cheerio.
God of ages, Lord of Time, mine is the right to be wrong.
Snot is running down his nose, greasy fingers, smearing shabby clothes.