We made heaven, scientific on Earth.
New knowledge made us clever and true.
No sickness, no hunger, lives full of mirth.
Dancing. Entertainment. We love the new
We took good for granted, but evil saw,
and created, new internet war paths.
They said it's good, to kill torture, make war.
Forget words of love, worship psychopaths.
Drive democrats and lovers to slaughter.
Wipe out states with their man made powers.
Stone fathers who talk to their daughter.
Burn books, paintings, girls who wear flowers.
Kill song birds and widows, children who draw,
the sculptor, artist, poet, musician.
Kill teachers and lawyers, creating men's law.
Earn some sex slaves, to torture in heaven.
More insane join. The devil's here to stay.
This world wide web sect, will not go away.
Good folk pray, wake up, and be brave.
Our forgot God of love, spins in his grave.
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