God will shrink the bastards until they’re gone
He will make this world spin faster than the one we’re on
There’s a pride that comes from being a gracious host
To the micro-organisms that need me the most
But now I wish they’d leave me alone

I tried to pay attention to the sermon but it left me in a fog

God will shrink the bastards and I will stop dying
He’ll sell his crown of alabaster and I’ll be buying
The elation that comes with a last minute reprieve
Forget celebration, don’t let him make you believe
That even the undeserving are deserving

I regress to teenager anger and knock over a pharmacy.