My God He Be Of Thunder
My God He Be Of Thunder
Buzz Fisher
I’ll walk this hall but once
from my cell to the chair.
They’ve given me new prison blues
and shaved off all my hair.
The priest walks behind me
not out of respect but fear.
The guards have smiles on their faces
and they both smell like beer.
My knees are shaking
though I knew this day would come.
With the shackles on my ankles
there’s no way I could run.
I simply walk
this walk of death
and try to spit
the puke off my breath.
We’ve come to the door
which leads to the end.
“Have you any last words
to share with the Lord, my friend?”
The priest smiles
and the answer I think he knew.
“Yeah Padre -
you bet your ass I do!
My God he be of thunder
my angels they be rain
my miracles be from gluttony
and my saints are of pain.
My nuns are sluts
and my priests like to kill.
And you motherfuckers -
I’ll see you in Hell!
Hell’s my playground
and I make the rules.
Me and Lucifer
will have fun with all you fools.”
The guards start to laugh -
they’ve heard it before.
But they’ll be saying similar
when they get to my door.
I sit in the chair
and they buckle me in.
“Now my son,
you shall die for your sins.”
They check the straps
then the switch is thrown.
I have to smile -
I’m going home.