This public notice was published a day after
the GOD’S obituary was published.

The world is coming to its end,
only trace of god is his name;
unlike satan he was lazy and lame,
he got trapped in his own game.

Death of god was good for all,
all we did was pray and curse;
he passively observed all of us,
and with his remote,
made our lives worse.

Honesty will be stoned to death,
truthfulness will resort to lie,
humour shall move you to tears;
either live in this new world order,
or you just have to die.

Angels will hang stiff and cold,
saints will be sacrificed on pyrewood;
devil is coming to the town,
so you better not cry,
you better not be good.

Hounds will cry all day,
kingdom shall flourish all night;
all of you are doomed to death,
unless like me you are an acolyte.