destruction of the fraud.

you waste your life on a being of supposed ultimate power.
you're promised a land of freedom and peace,
but you're really just promised death and burial.
your "god" is nothing more than the delusions of men in ancient times.
No proof or evidence can prove the existence of your king.
Your time is wasted, like the preachings of senile crackpot priests.
Your god will feel my blade, his guts will spill forth, and the putrescence will intoxicate me.