Whose are we? I think I know.

Our owner is quite sad though.

It is just a tale of woe,

Watch him frown, I cry hello.

As God is truly supreme,

Without us, Father is free,

Darkness will bow to his knee,

Our wrong ways; he disagrees.

Pitful and pathetic, must I feel,

We are demonic, drastic, and deep,

But God has covenants he must keep.

He sits on a throne with ducts, that weep.

Father, bright as a gleaming pearl,

With thoughts of sadness in his head,

We must worship or soon be dead.

While facing Father’s day with dread.

For opening my eyes,

I thank you, God, amen.

2)

Son of God loves us so.

If we accept the Son,

Our hearts will truly glow.

Teaching as men would know,

Condemned sinners will show.

Shall we destine our soul?

The Son then shouted: "No"