If I have hate in my heart, then there is a death inside
me that dies before it lives.
And I am the walking dead.
Evil makes the Devil pregnant.
And sinners drink of his milk.
We have seen the sacrifices.
We need not boldly ask for prices.
As if God comes first, after crisis.
Do we, who sin, know exactly who Christ is?

The Good for the Evil.
The Pure for the Dirty.
The Love for the Hatred
The Cure for the Worldly.

If I have love inside my heart,
then there is a life inside me that dies to
live again.
And I am the walking life that dies to live again.
I am forever lasting within.
Love gives the Devil abortions. And sinners die of malnutrition. His demons die of sinner's thirst.
Love makes the world a desert for satan.
Our faith is his hell. But, our hate gives him bottled water. And our sins give him overflowing rivers.
Our calamity is his shade. Let us confess our sins,
for confessions turn his rivers to dust; God's
forgiveness turns his waters to sand. Our thankfulness
hides his shade.
Let the Devil become dehydrated.
For with him, evil will surely perish.