Bullet For God (if only)

Wrap it up,
Curse it.
Feed it pain,
Humanity's hate.

Cut it,
Then dress it.
Mould it,
Without blessing.

Love it,
Drug it.
Hide it away,
From perception.

Fuel it,
Entice it.
Instil in it,
Violence.

Man in the sky,
Must die,
The fable,
Grows tired.

Bullet grows up,
With the responsibility,
Of killing the creator,
Of the death of our infinity.

Eyes chilling,
He's willing,
To be a name,
Never forgotten.

He is the bullet,
God is the disease.
Don't pull the trigger,
Until the fucker pleads.

Release us,
Of this myth.
That a god,
Even exists.

Cross bearers unite,
To fight against this sin.
Quick pull the trigger,
Bullet fucking misses!!!

Damn!