All god's children would have cause
To think the Devil now walks this realm
place dispossessed by any sanity
Edification of a scene from [bad word] 

Manmade prophecies serve to vindicate
All sides who claim themselves
Worthy servants obedient to the same God
God [bad word] them not to kill

These faithful in lines that number thousands
Bring perditoin throughout the land
As though the Angel of Death himself had been unleashed
To exact a punishment upon this world

Across this cursed place rage the fires
Where the innocent are burned on a thousand funeral pyres
In anguish parted from this world

Does the need for the belief in a Devil
serve to palliate and forgive us our sins
in the abandonment of reason and delivery unto [bad word] 

Limitless are the ways of mankind in its [bad word] capacities
Ironic it may seem, through this a chance exists to see
in us also lies the capacity to transcend