I will be there at the day of his rebirth
I will await him with all my intolerance
I will laugh in his incredulous face
So rigid that also his belief
Will not prevent
He will die again for all his lies
Also the ones that stood with him
No heaven will be awaiting them
Only me with all my veracity
It will be a feast to see him cook
I will see his breaking eyes
Dying under the wings of satan
Disbanding in a tear
Of incomprehensible sorrow