Angry Thunder

If God loves us all.
Then why does he scream at us?
Angry tidal waves, and Earthquakes.
We've been so naughty.

There's angry thunder in the hills.
It's coming to swallow me up.
There's angry thunder in the hills.
Humble blasphamous me.

"Humour me," He said, "Humour me."
So we danced to the nine to five.
He got bored and gave us disease.
So we can die on reality T.V.