God's Will is to Kill

The urge to kill,
Give her the poison pill,
Crushing her brain with a military drill.

Killing is the way I fulfill,
Their blood I distill,
Every things downhill.

Must I kill,
Yes, it was gods will,
Using my superior skill.

Coals, she sets to grill,
Her blood, it spill,
I can do this, I have free will.

Ian Robert Potapoff