Terror: What you want

What you want from me,
Is in essence what I am,
What you want of me,
Is change everything, be a sham.

Your hands are stained in blood,
More blood can't cleanse them,
Your pain, can't be by more grevious one's to others
Inflicted be lessened.

That mindless carnage, is for a better future,
I cannot accept ever,
The injuries to your soul,
Its suffering, I cringe; cower.

You say you believe in god,
Has god not made me, even you ?
Follow him how I want, are you better then god to tell me how ?
All I say in summation is this,
"God is my revenge", I need not stoop further, no.