I have found god and he looks like hell

My piety knows no bounds

He can be found in the whispering cackle of a street drunk

Or the needle of a dead junkie

He tried to fight me in a nightclub

But I knew it was a test

So I just kept pissing

And learned a lesson I won’t forget

I found him in a cheap wine

Sitting at the bottom of my glass

He started applauding when it was dry

Rapturous the more I drank

I see his face in smoke

Whenever a building is burned or a dragon chased

He is there

Riding a white steed in the eyes of Saint George

I heard him last night

Screaming at me

Through the vociferous repetitive whine

Of overplayed 80’s pop songs

The malnourished ribs of starving kids

Reveal the outline of a deity

All seeing, all knowing all caring

The outlines clearer when they’re dead

Droll masquerades are ineffectual

Know who he is

He is the slur of a bigot

The charm of the same man

If you’re tired of looking

Don’t stop

The harder you look

The more likely you are to find him

I have found god and he looks like hell.