God Loves Me (A pleasant poem for you pleasant folk)

Run rampant! Set the streets a-flame
To console my heavy heart.
From Kristallnacht to Bastille Day,
I make centuries of revolting art. ;)

So hold the torch
Caught from failing hands,
To burn the skin again.
The smell of cauterizing flesh...
Mmmmm, I'm instilled to sin again. ;)

I beg you now, again once more
Take them to my serene war,
For you, my Ever Precious Whore,
Shall mine me gold! and iron ore.