Okay, this is a song from the perspective of God. The books you think I wrote are way too thick.
Who needs a thousand metaphors to figure out you shouldn’t be a DlCK?
And I don’t watch you when you sleep.
Surprisingly, I don’t use my omnipotence to be a ducking creep.

You’re not going to heaven.
Why the duck would you think I'd ever kick it with you?
None of you are going to heaven.
There’s a trillion aliens cooler than you.

You shouldn’t abstain from r a p e just because you think that I want you to.
You shouldn’t r a p e because r a p e is a ducked up thing to do.

Pretty obvious, just don’t duckin r a p e people, didn’t think I had to write that one down for you.

I don’t think m a s t u r b a t i o n is obscene.
It's absolutely natural and the weirdest ducking thing I’ve ever seen.
You make my job a living he||.
I sent gays to fix overpopulation and boy did that go well.

You’re not going to heaven.

One element of lyric poetry is personal reflection. which lines in this poem most clearly illustrate that element? i wandered lonely as a cloudby william wordsworthi wandered lonely as a cloudthat floats on high o'er vales and hills,when all at once i saw a crowd,a host, of golden daffodils; beside the lake, beneath the trees,fluttering and dancing in the breeze.continuous as the stars that shineand twinkle on the milky way.they stretched in never-ending linealong the margin of a bay: ten thousand saw i at a glance,tossing their heads in sprightly dance.the waves beside them danced; but theyout-did the sparkling waves in glee: a poet could not but be gay.in such a jocund company: i gazed and gazed—but little thoughtwhat wealth the show to me had brought: for oft, when on my couch i liein vacant or in pensive mood,they flash upon that inward eyewhich is the bliss of solitude; and then my heart with pleasure fills,and dances with the daffodils.