Through it all,

There are the young and the old,

Treated differently and accordingly.

Young and precocious,

Old and youthful.

The wrongly judged,

The free evil.

Through it all,

There is good and bad,

Treated differently,

Treated accordingly.

There is heavy and light,

There is the dark and the bright.

All these things,

God knows their worth,

And god has assigned a place.

The angel unblemished,

And the demon unsatisfied,

Judged accordingly.

Both children,

Both useful,

Under god.

Your delusion of grandeur,

Your paranoia,

And your fear of harm.

The hunger of your pussy,

And the eagerness of your dick.

All things considered.

Each thing with their place,

Each person with their way of advancing.

As one thing leads to another,

As your feelings move you forward,

When you say, ‘Damn, this is great!’

Or when you say, ‘Damn, this is terrible!’

In a palace,

Or on the streets,

When your starving,

Or entwined in the sheets,

In heaven,

And in hell.

The way things move,

The way they tell,

The way they scatter,

And the way they fell.

All things considered.

Even in this vastness,

Do not think you can hide,

Whether you feel shame,

When your dick gets wet,

Or whether you feel rapture.

Every little thing in your head,

Each ache from your pussy,

God has considered.

And as you’re guided from one thing to the next,

From laying with a man to laying with a women,

Ask yourself this,

Why is god such a pervert?

Because all things considered,

And I mean everything.