Feeble Creature
Look at that filthy thing on the ground
What right does it have to live?
Laugh and spit in its tearstained face
Curse, condemn it to hell
Make it pay for crimes it didn’t commit
Someone has to take the blame
That creature hasn’t done good deeds
Why not degrade its life?
Keep beating until that mistake wails
Force it to beg for mercy
It should be guilty for its acts
That thing deserves to die
We’re the great ones to enter heaven
That monster is soon to burn
Together we do God a favor
By killing this creature
Stone its body, break its feeble bones
It does neither good nor bad
If something doesn’t contribute once
Why was it created?
God will discard this monstrosity
Like he ignores our wishes
Our deity will do sweet justice
And give what it deserves
What’s this? That thing has become still!
It’s dead! Throw it in the lake.
Make sure there isn’t any trace
Of its short existence
