Plutonium love

We have made ourselves a beautiful tomb in this supposedly civilized world
Such a murderous and vile place must be celebrated
The cross you carry with pride is but a symbol of your weakness
It means nothing more than fear of death
You I despise for who are you, oh mortal fool
To try and direct my journey into the afterlife
I am in control
I ma not about to turn away from my ideals and standards
Where does it leave you and your feeble and distorted mind
Have you no wish to understand anything
Or even try to find a single shred of enlightenment
You are of no use as well as the human race
All must be destroyed
Hold on to your futile existence
You weak unworthy fool
For I shall do everything in my power to steal your very life
Bow down in prayer to which ever master suits you
This world of earth with earthly battles fought
Hence it abides rules of flesh and down it falls
Our home
Our temple
My world and yours
Are crashing into the abyss
Into sulfur, into rot, and into punishment