My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

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.

I've tried my best to love you all, all you hypocrites and whores with your eyes on each other and locks on your doors.

A sweetly scented angel fell, she laid her head upon my disbelief, and battled with me with her ever smile.

You were bred for humanity and sold to society. One day you'll wake up in the present day, a million generations removed from the expectations of being who you really want to be.

My words are a whisper, your deafness a shout.

She's a warm fart at Christmas.