I don't like what you've done

I don't like what you've done you frighten me an yet a part of me wants you safe an ailing person filled with regret remorse or maybe neither do you wonder the last breath of your victims have you prayed begged for forgiveness I begged God to forgive me for having ears to hear eyes to witness your murders seeking solace for peace I pray for comfort from wearing wires for the Fbi pregnant buying weapons and drugs from corrupt officers selling drugs for corruption and gang leaders I kneèl in the chapel and I heard the lord saying but he knew elderly sick persons were confined to breathing machines when a mushroom cloud of smoke covered them he knew a homeless man lay sleeping on the floor an yet he took their lives he knew the young mother walked away he shot her in the back he shot again missing her head I pray for you only because you are here to murder me again and again after the car bomb failed you hired corruption to slander me an extort my american poetry I asked God should i pray for you are you forgiven he said you are not human animals are never forgiven for killing prey it's in your nature