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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?
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