I am love, power of, all below and above
Creator, I\'m a traitor, in form of a dove
Commanding not to kill, as my will, still I sent my son
To buy,... ransom, die for mistakes I have done
I cast down my son I cherish, to perish, in order to save man\'s worst
Tooth and fang on a cross to hang, satisfying human blood thirst
So bend your knee to a tree, how is this not worshiping an idol
An eye for an eye, a father homicidal, turning his cheek his son suicidal