You Want To Start A War? (My Son Is Hardcore!)

I created the universe, the sun, moon, stars and a place I named earth,

I’ve also created mankind, you were made to show me your worth.

Too often I’ve issued laws for you to follow,

Instead, you’ve decided to “create your own”, but most are rather hollow.

What must your Father in heaven do,

To finally get through that thick skull, that’s on top of (not all) most of you?

And the fighting that goes on constantly with one another,

Since the beginning: you’ve all been, fathers, mothers, sisters and brothers.

As my son says, “O-Kee-Dokey”, we’re about to play a game,

My son and I are connected, and he’s an expert in the game of, “What’s My Name?”

I’ve trained my son in everything: to sing, dance, preach, teach, everything under the sun including, “The Art of War”,

So world, soon the entire planet is going to witness, he’s the epitome of being “Hardcore”.