La Muerte de Un Enemigo

Let me give you confidential information about god
He gives man instinct
He gives that extraordinary gift, and then what does he do?
I swear!
For his own amusement, for his own private cosmic theater
He sets the rules in opposition
And while you're standing, what do you think he does?
The lord is up there dying of laughter
He's a cheapskate, he's a sadist!
He's an indifferent landlord to life
Praise that? Never!
Better to reign in hell than serve in heaven
And why not?