i don t like the modern humans i don t care if some of them die i m not happy to see your ugly face as long as you are alive you won t infect me by your presence but you will make me sick of hatred i cannot hold myself any longer i m about to make you suffer you call yourself christian but you don t know what it mean just wanna stab all the hearts of stupidity i have the guts you never get from your god the time has come to glory the true master i look at you and see pure weakness you are one of those who doesn t have a mind