It's revelation revels - divine comedy (and more), please welcome your four hosts - death, famine, pestilence and war.
You say that we are all Gods' children, can you please explain - how any father could inflict his children so much pain. I'm sure he finds it funny - but I fail to see the joke, I bet he'll piss his breeches when we all go up in smoke.
Life's one big disaster, I hear the sound of laughter coming from the hereafter, (I find it kind of odd) we're stooges for Jehova, he loves to knock us over - so if I die laughing it'll be an act of God!
Thunderbolts were once his style It's now malignant tumours, I wonder what he'll think of next to test my sense of humour?
You said I must accept his will - that God will spare the weak, I bet those tears aren't tears of laughter running down your cheeck - when you are stood right there beside me (egg upon your face), your precious soul floats with the dust back home in outer space