Everything you believe in your galaxy is clearly a fallacy,
If you feel reform comes in travesty.
You can't be human, you must be celestial.
You wicked new men, you're extra-terrestrials.
Before the pain and flames caused by planes,
I thought our beliefs were the same.
But my deduction is you love the construction of destruction.
These can't be human actions can it?
Go back to your home planet.
I can't stand it, life bandits, do evil antics like the devil planned it.
So rebels, I'm partly glad we sunk down to your levels.
Even if we sunk down to the height of devils.
The bullets we expel will hit and we'll save none.
So either go to hell or go back where you came from.
The next solution after execution is resolution.
I'm not asking for distribution of apology for our retribution.
Just silent exclusion from your violent intrusions.
No more participating in hating and we'll stop death generating.
Stop insinuating and relating us to the false beliefs you're creating.
I'm waiting for when debating will just involve stating.
Until then, you can depend these days we'll bring you to an end;
Unless you mend your ways and be our friend.
