Look at him, he is wounded, he is bleeding.
They are laughing, having fun, shouting fire, finish him.
So he fires. He is not moving. A burst of fog.

Look, the old man is lying. It is a bit dark. It is a temple but of an alien god.
He tries to shield himself with his hand, as if it was bulletproof.
A short burst, three bullets in the head. The soldier turns round and walks out.
Look at them playing and singing for their god. They are praying to him.
After the service they will take their guns and go to kill.
Kill them all. They are your children. You shall lose.

Watch the children. Look at their bloated bellies.
Flies walk on their eyes. It is almost over.
They are about to walk inside. Hunger is a terrible thing.
Look, can you see, they are carrying him on a litter. A tiara on his head.
Can you see those robes of gold? Can you see them kissing his gold rings?
I heard him speak - hunger is terrible.
Kill this scum, it is your child too. You shall lose.

Can you hear the bells toll, the racket?
Can you see the joyful screaming crowd?
Their pope held this feast in the middle of the night.
This procession is to celebrate the slaughter of not long ago
given to those who think a bit differently.
But they believe in one god.
Kill them all. They are your children. You shall lose.

Look for me where there is fire, endless suffering.
look for me where there is death, destruction
In great disasters, violence, genocide.
That is right for I am there. I am everywhere you are.
I am just like you. Since these are your works. I am learning from you.
They are your children. You shall lose.
Father, is that you?
Where am I?
Why are you laughing so dreadfully?
You hate me.
You holy whores. I curse you for eternity [for ever].