Vocation

I rose the bloody sword
beheaded the people named infidels
for my god damn the beast.

From the north to the south,
from the west to the east
I run the dedication of life
to brought the dead spell.

Took the soul of the infidels
and gave them the dead as best chosen
was the holy duty.

Our clergys teaches: “Human is worst,
humanity is the teaching of the infidels.”

From the north to the south,
from the west to the east
I run the dedication of life
to brought the dead spell.
The unforgiven is in my god name.

From the north to the south,
from the west to the east
a news I heard that the one I killed
was rising up from the dead.
He walks on the earth right now.

Who is He the immortal man?
May I introduce Him?

God has own business

“Have mercy on me!“
“Have mercy on me!!”
“Have mercy on me!!!”
The scream of the thousands people to god.

I waited what the next and saw with a pity.
Seconds after seconds, minutes after minutes,
hours after hours.
Since morning until the sunset
the scream never ending.

Their god did not give his sacrament
although their almost lost their voice.

Let my soul laughed them,
because their god has own business.