Anew
I want to make a bomb.
We decide what to come.
The world is my baby.
Will be as I want; see.
God is killed; it is fine.
Do not like facing God
in anger, fight or war.
After bomb will remake.
As I want, venom, cake.
Will re-birth things virgin
Earth, skies, deserts, seas.
There will be no place for killing, no murder.
Will remove divisions and rulers; all borders.
I will burn history, all the books in cases.
There will be nothing of present in verses.
There will be no vessel, ship, plane; vehicle
There won’t a palaces, as place for the faith.
Everything that I make is virgin
The oceans and trees, galaxies
All of them shall start as natural.
I must send volcanoes with Lava.
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