(Real World Poem) Terrorism


TERRORISM

 

What in the name of Satan has terrorism ever been good for

Do we pretend that innocent blood has no matter to God

The Devil’s broad-ax is heated in the delusions of evil men

Raid upon raid blood upon blood dry bones baking in the sun

Can civilization grow when the stench of blood is on your hands

 

Generation’s grow more hate filled with the passing of time

How deeply does the blood splatter upon your hate filled Souls

Those that you kill is it for flag, honor, their land, God or gold

In whose Army do you ride upon the ancient Saints dry bones

Do you ride with or against the Four-Horsemen Revelation foretold

 

Fear and tyranny, do you claim Valhalla or virgins as our life’s goal

Kill all who are not like you, is this really God’s or Satan’s own will

Satan tries to wash his hands in the blood of God’s Holy Saints

Black pajamas nor bright white sheets can save the Soul within

Nation against nation, clan against clan, all blood is red spilt

 

I kill you or you kill me the breath we all breathe is the same

Does God require blood sacrifices to turn little boys into men

Terror you have given, at your death, Satan laughs in your face

Idiots, the Devil takes the breath of the innocent, at your hand

Terrorism and God have nothing to do with each other my friend

Saints blood you have spilled, now you sink into Hell through the sand

 

 

 

 

 

 

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