Sung to the tune of Hey Mr. Tambourine Man:

Hey Mr. Tangerine Man, tell your lies for free.
They're so simple and they love your face of orange hue.
Hey Mr. Tangerine Man, tell your lies for free
in that mangled, rambled moaning, they'll come follow--ing you.

Take them on a journey to a boring courtroom trip
where their hands can't feel to grip
and their toes are numb to tips
wait only for their brains to go wand--er-ing.

They're ready to go anywhere
They believe in all you say
until their own parade
cast your lying spell their way
They promise to go under it.

Repeat first verse. Enjoy.

I strongly believe in your right to believe in wh**ever you want, in peace. You don’t have to prove anything to me, unless you want me to believe what you believe in. I choose to believe that god is a figment of a creative imagination to control people. No one has proven to me, nor have I seen any facts that prove otherwise.

Your approach in communicating with people has typically been caustic and nasty. You are not a nice person. If you are a person of god, you certainly do not behave like one. You are an angry elf. Where is the god in you?