Tells the severed limbs and broken skin;
That your words of faith are lies.
A bloody tale of death and pain
Reveals all the truth with cries.
A market place, a peaceful city
A time bomb did its plan.
Not by any satan but an evil mind
The very worst of human kind.
Did your lord stop evil or was he busy
With his plans of heaven and hell?
To punish the crimes after their death
Or reward those chosen lives well.
Tells the bloody streets and strewn up flesh
That your words of faith are lies
Your lord has no conscience and no soul or spirit
He is just an imaginary man in skies.
That your prayer to your holy one
And your imaginary man in skies
Is a waste of time with no real yield
And your words of faith are lies.
