Play My Game (What's My Name?)

This is for “All My Children” of the world,

If you want me to stop, you must twirl,

Everyone on the planet must get together,

And pray for a turn around with the weather.

All the world's leaders must take a stand,

If you ever want to reclaim your land,

There's a guy who has his finger on the button,

While the rest of you act like ravenous gluttons.

So what if you have to pay more for gas,

It's better than the alternative (which is, “that's your ass”).

As everyone is waiting on the next one to blink,

How about one of you, step forward and think.

Eventually I will stop my “Cleansing and Rampage”,

However, I need someone to step up and engage.

You'd better not let me call upon my son,

Because then, everyone is going to be done.

Don't believe me? Keep sitting on your hands,

Don't let me have my son, be the one, who has to make a stand.

If that happens, you all will have to pay the price,

Don't worry, it'll be split up proportionally, so let's play nice.

I'm still wondering, what it is, that I must do,

To get everyone's attention, (I'm trying to get through).

I'm beginning to understand about the human race,

You figure there's no God, because you don't see His face.

Didn't any of you ever go to Sunday school,

God (that's me) is spirit, stop acting like fools.

Alvin Mann is not going to do anything at all,

Until someone gives him a call.

Either way it goes, he doesn't care,

He knows for certain, no one will touch his hair.

He's my son and also My Lightning Rod,

Yes, he's Mini-Me and I'm his Father, God.

Let me make this perfectly and crystal clear,

So, you all better take heed and open up your ear.

When I'm finished unleashing my abomination,

Across the world, touching every nation,

My son is going on a worldwide tour to teach,

However, it's not him, but I, who's arm will reach.

From Heaven above,

I send you my love,

Everyone must play nice,

First, you have to pay the price.

I'm certain none of you, know my name,

And you never will, until you play my game.

So, if you want me to stop,

Everyone must also drop.

Drop all your military actions of war,

Allow all prisoners on their way home, straight out the door.

You all better not let Ukraine, do this all alone,

Or quite a few of you, will be going home.

Make up your mind,

Or do I need to find,

Someone else to take your place,

While in your hands, you hide your face.

Your Father

God