Thursty murder is befitted to god The creator of universe has the right to kill all Trample the mankind as worms Oh I feel this spiritual need Soe people see loving father in him Non suspecting what lives in hell Someone can say I believe only in myself I cannot say who o them is worse The act of god they will die Crushed damned unforgiven We are created for carnage Paradise blooms when we die If he has killed his only son Why do you think he loves you?