From Conan the Barbarian Vol. 3 #009, “The God Below”
Art by Mahmud Asrar and Matthew Wilson
Written by Jason Aaron

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From Conan the Barbarian Vol. 3 #009, “The God Below”
Art by Mahmud Asrar and Matthew Wilson
Written by Jason Aaron
REVOLUTION - 6 - UNDERGOD
VERSE 1: Yes, our god is great, no, no one has seen his face Ask one quick thought, and you're seen as a disgrace He is looked upon as a male and not female No one really knows, but satan wanted to prevail His mystic beauty captures you to a sinner If you follow god you're apparently a winner Behave to he, and preach out until you bleed Misbehave and struggle to fill in your needs Heaven is a blind spot to any kind of eye No one really knows if it's there after we're alive Hell is said to exist yet there's lack of evidence But with heaven in the way it should kind of coexist VERSE 2: Manipulated truth to manipulate the youth What have we become to spread words of the crude Within all these laws it contradicts itself One hit and fall you're sent to the gates of hell Let the undergod rise for he is evident For the god upstairs has not yet been proven He's looked upon as the perfect thing or form But I want receipts proving he's above the norm I'm not even sure if he is a male or not Praise to only him and you'll save yourself a spot He's a really nice god in every topic he is hot Hot in every discussion while young kids are smoking pot VERSE 3: Yes our government is grand Over your heart put your right hand For we salute a country buried deep into the sand Red white and blue for these colors stand by truth Nationalist pride makes a jackass out of you For we stand by tall over murder and theft, yes For the rich republicans, ignorance is not a bliss Democrats have the poor in resistance Let the undergod show that he's not the fallen angel But rather a man whose superiority is evil Let this poem show that humans have no morals We all kill each other for we are the devil BRIDGE: Psycho vision life is based on repetition Disagreements all focused on our religion Start from birth and manipulate the children God resides in the skies with the men and women Satan strives below with the murders and the rapists Be a good boy for your golden ticket to heaven Please, no more death this is not nine eleven We are the undergods who abide by amendments
REVOLUTION - 3 - UNICONFORM
VERSE 1: The government took our freedom, yet gave us some rights Our human movement can’t give up without a fight It’s not a decision to love and provide It’s something given at birth, something we cannot hide Sad to see our own kind turn their backs on each other Long ago it was all said that we all are brothers Just be who you are, never be let down Let people talk their talk, they’ll never be around To see the day you grow up to succeed A scratch or two it wouldn’t matter if you bleed
PRE-CHORUS: Let me put on some shoes where I can be clueless Button up my shirt because I know the truth hurts Put a belt around my waist because I follow rules Put on a necktie so I can clog my voice And part my hair because I’m a part of conformity
CHORUS: Fuck the stereotypes and fuck all of these lies I’ll die fighting for a cause, I want all equal rights I will not and do not conform to society’s views Do not extract from me because I am not made of juice Undress of your uniconformities Because none of us are the same intellectual breed Do not uniconform, so just let yourself be
VERSE 2: We all are imperfect with different qualities We all have different features you see Appearance shouldn’t determine our fate Aesthetics in our society is the shit I hate
(PRE-CHORUS) (CHORUS)
BRIDGE: I am not a trend nor am I a label Let’s not play pretend, this is not a fable A revolution I demand, to become our own saviors We have more to share than visual art has for us to stare Our differences are what make us equal, it’s the thought we all share