Skool of Athiest

It was my first year of school my was I the fool I still laugh and think how cruel but instead I'll think twice and pretend it was nice After all it was the school of Christ The priest that had taught me Gave me a crayon and fought me To color inside of the lines And when I questioned why He looked at me so sly "If you don't you WILL go to hell, don't cry" I dried the tears and thought for a while HE then hit me.....I gave in with a smile "Priest , can you color in the lines?" He replied "Of course I can" "God will guide my hand" and pulled out a crayon and tried and when he was done he looked far none "God guided my hand and kept it from the overrun" "Thats not so bad, you did not even blink" "Thats not so bad for a man who cannot think" For I have a mind of my own I cannot help it if you lost your tone For if God wants me to be Whatever I want to be He will give me the crayon and tell me to run