I hate your hate, it is neither fact nor fate.
By its your compassion that makes me sick,

False as true a black widow's bite
False as the frog's tongue deceiving its prey,
I hate you am I'm gonna splask you if I may
Make soup with your insides and after a sip

Offer it as a gift to the church's school meal. 

And see if your wickedness will grow, I'm them,
In spite of your theology and false gods or that stupid lonely transcend conbsubstatiating one
Yes oh y came christiam god, I write you with no capital
As you don't exist and I defy all your believers and the power they give you

Not afraid of Ratzinger that maybe a person superior as me. 
Fucking in your College of Cardinals bishops and minors
Because I could wear the sandals of Peter 
Or stand, object of the Hajj in Mecca,. 
Or be the reincarnation of Kali Ma
Yes, megalómanus is not an aspiration is a State of existing
I could be the tortoise that brings it on its back

But I prefer to ne Gaia, another myth 
Other glyph, a world of musical fucjery no responsability
Where’s f responbsability in our if we go along till death fucking penalty?
Jerking all that night]s thinking you could still fuck with th jailors, visitor, psicologists... 

Laughing, I am totaly against death penalty cause, primarly I am portuguese.
Have us portuguese been merciful or good?
Baby, we now how suffering by steps is so much worse than dying,
Descending the path till Spinx one by one.

We Portuguese are the worst you may encounter, simply prefer our profile low
As you full of sins think getting all out is awesome,
We always fuck you slowly, kept the last injustice as Empire from you begginners
And still treating you as people,
We really believed you were, heads to slaughter, pussies to humiliate, asses to fuck,
Do you have doubts?
Let me laugh, we fuck you with subtilty
Over all the Land races and continents, and you still call us small,

Better to consider Max Rose graphics and think a while!...
Haja quem, havendo a India descoberta, ficou sem trabalho...