When I was younger 
And just so damn naive 
I believed that there was 
An all-powerful god 
Who loved all that he could see 
But somewhere along the way 
I fell into his blind spot 
And since that cruel-fated day 
I’ve lived with the knowledge that 
What you’re told 
And the honest truth 
Are rarely one in the same 
And sometimes it takes 
The loss of innocence 
To make the foolishness 
Fade away 
No longer a child hungry 
For the approval of the lord 
I have learned the hard way 
That the book is fairy tale goods 
Where was he on the day 
When childhood went away 
Why didn’t he use that grace 
To tear me from that place 
And show that everlasting love 
To one who sung the hymns 
When to sing a song of praise 
Is to twice as hard pray 
But that was all just fantasy 
A world created to lull in 
The blindly following who couldn’t see 
That he doesn’t love you from afar 
He enjoys your torment 
As he hides in the dark ​

Will is an author and artist and producer (it’s only one indie short film but it’s on IMDB.com so it totes counts!) and founder of fetchentertainment.com and pain in the ass. He rather opinionated and has no problem sharing his thoughts on a variety of topics from the freakshow that was Election 2016 (how tf did Trump freaking win!?) to the importance of matching that belt to those shoes. He adores penguins and has a maniacal plan to use an army of them to take over the world and crown himself Emperor of All That Is (though he’d be happy with the Winter Russian Palace in what he would rename Mine!-Mine!-Mine!) but until then enjoys hiding away in his apartment and writing all sorts of tales that would worry that cokehead Sigmund Freud (really, we should believe he snorted for science!?) and drawing pictures of his creations.

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