I did my homework, was that a sin? Sod now Hayes me down within.
I have harmed my temple for god, with no use of a rusty rod.
Kill the sinner deep within, no mistakes that make him grin.
If the lord is real I hope to die, but not for him I'll solemnly cry.
Satan is the truth in all, my arch angel made that call.
Hate me for a childish game, it is you who should be blamed.
Attention is not what I seek, it's you choice to take a peek.
If you pray you have my doubt, because the choice of your rout.
I do not care if you forget, as long as you feel remorseful regret.
Good morning to you father I wish you well, next time we meet it will be in hell.
