Dear god

"Who are you carrying all those bricks for anyway? God? Is
that it? God? Well I tell you. Let me give you a little inside
information about God. God likes to watch. He's a prankster. Think
about it. He gives man instincts. He gives you this extraordinary gift
and then what does he do? I swear, for his own amusement, his own
private cosmic gag reel he sets the rules in opposition. Look but don't
touch. Touch but don't taste. Taste but don't swallow. And while you're jumping on one foot to the next, what is he doing? He's laughing his sick [bad word] [bad word] off. He's a tightass. He's a [bad word]  He's an
absentee-landlord! Worship that? Never!"

my lust
my hate
you can't ban my thoughts
my feelings
my senses
you can't control my mind

no chance
dear god
you'll never break
my resistance

my view
my concept
you can't plant my faith
my will
my deeds
you can't cause my path

good lord
i hate you
heaven knows
i [bad word] on you

no chance
dear god
you'll never break
my resistance

 "Better to reign in hell than to serve in heaven. Is that it?"

"I'm here on the ground with my nose in it since the whole
thing began. I've nurtured every sensation man has been inspired to
have. I cared about what he wanted, and I never judged him. Why?
Because I never rejected him inspite of all his imperfections...I'm a
fan of man!"