gun is directed on the leg of throne the throne you are sitting on Every human can strike a match and close the sun by a finger Anyone can push the trigger waiting for the shot with a grin. Ready for oblivion Ready for the judgement day I heard the call leaving world of the thing leaving ground of the greed Golden age of cupidity complete collection of the throats insatiable pocket spilled poison Explanation of concept is so easy this time there will be no redeemer Congratulations This is culmination for history of endangered species Gun is directed on the head of my own spilled poison counting back prizes There is no hell and no heaven anymore No God no Devil they were fired