Apocalypse - Christophilia

He was just a kid at that time
Age of 9, a life ahead
And soon to destroy his life
The priest came to take his hand
Sweets in hand to approach the victim
Preaching God's love, joy and hope
Perverse mind behind his grin
His dick hard under the robe

Christophilia

Crucifix and incense
The boy's heart full of fear
Gayhood of priests and sodomy
The boy's eyes full of tears
Nine more years would pass and his
Desire of revenge grew
Memories of penetration
Serving as rage generation
Sunday morning, on the church steps
Automatic gun in hand
Safety off, the doors slam open
As the priest is blessing the damn wine and bread

Christophilia

If the Almighty allowed my pain
Then all his followers must pay
If you really believe your God
Pray and see if you will be spared
No one left alive, now
His revenge is but complete
Stained with Christian blood are
The altar and crucifix
One last round in chamber
He aims the gun to his head
One last shot was heard
His pained mind had now found rest

Christophilia

Hey you damn Christian preacher
This is your goddamn church and faith
Stay assured, your shame or repentance
Will never stop my rage