Elohim, I prayed but you still ain’t answering.

I said “amen” at the end and everything, but now I’m burning.

I asked you twice to let me out and I’m sure you heard 'em.

There probably is a “mysterious ways” thing going on or somethin’.

Sometimes I speak without contrition when I supplicate.

But anyways, fuck it, what’s up up there, man, how’s your begotten?

Lucifer’s plotting too, he’s about to send an Antichrist.

When she’s a ruler, guess what we’re gonna call her? We’re gonna call her “Beast”.

I heard about your Son too, I’m sorry.

Satan crucified me yesterday for fucking Lilith behind his back.

I know you probably hear this every day but I need a favor.

It really really sucks down here and I need a savior.

I sneaked a Bible and put the pages all over my room, man.

I like that shit you did to Job too, that shit was phat.

Anyways, I hope you get this man, hit me back.

Just to chat, truly yours, your biggest fan.

This is Stan.

Skin’s read hot I’m wonderin’ why.

I got out of heaven at all.

The lake of fire melts my eyeballs.

And I can’t see at all.

And even if I could it’d all be red.

Put your pitchfork up my ass.

It reminds me that OH GOD GET ME THE FUCK OUT OF HERE PLEASE.