Made of Madness
Lord, father, are you here or helping the others?
He is asking, seeking your help, but you seem biased, for them but not for him
Did he hurt you? Hurt your creation? Wasn't he peaceful, but you decided to hate him
He is just begging, for your help is asking, help him oh father, help him oh father
Does it please you? When he is in suffer? Does it satisfies you, when he wants to die?
Shall he be thankful, indeed he is, but he is drowning in his tears of pain
So much of his praying, just kill him oh father, you are the god, everything, and his father