[Religion is always a delicate topic. I admire those who breathe religion without any extremes. Every single soul has its soothing comforts in whatever form, 'though it's often mistaken to be an excuse. One has to go through stages of thought before entering any form of spiritual contacts ot before undergoing omnipotent powers... be careful, hysteria lures.]
For His ire we're the faithful target
Half the times we are at war
We don't know what we fight
As we stalk and lure our prey
We ourselves stay out of sight
The beast we hunt
The beast which preys
The prey which bleeds
The prey which feeds
A predator itself
With heaven in our hearts we find Hell within our minds
Think back and think again,
Over and over we learn to stand
The lies we're taught and the words we're fed
Are all to hide regret
We enslave ourselves with our needs
And bend our knees to face judgement
God rears His head in laughter
Slavery worldwide
Rise and fall
Bloom and wither
Oppress and slither
Welcome to deathrow earth
