I speak for Him- it’s not my fault

That all those people died

He made me- He told me

Therefore I’m justified

Though some may say that he loves all

We know that it’s not true

I’ll twist His words, convince the world

That who He hates is you

For you are different, foreign, strange

Which means you are of sin

An enemy to His world

A threat to all his kin

And though there is no evidence

That He is, in fact, a he

I’ll do what’s in my power

To make “Him” synonymous with “me”.