God is an imposition to justify
The insecurities of those who feel most secure
A lurid insult to human intelligence
A shameful parody that has been going on for thousands years
THERE'S NOTHING ON EARTH
NOTHING THAT COMES FROM HIS (ITS) HANDS
God is an empty room, without walls or windows
An abyss of illusions dug by people's ignorance
God means waste, thousands of beings ma**acred
Mountains of money thrown away or stolen
Tons of bricks used to build his damned monuments...
THERE'S NOTHING ON EARTH
NOTHING THAT COMES FROM HIS (ITS) HANDS
Or perhaps, yes, there is something...
There's pain, intolerance, violence
The dishonesty of those who represent him
The only waters in which I can see his image reflected
Are soaked with blood, fear, hatred