"Terrorism is a tactic. They point guns and threaten bombs and demand things that are totally impossible. They hide behind some spirit they have created from their imagination, but in the end all they want to do is kill anyone who doesn't agree with their twisted ideology. You don't make nice with these fuckin' people, you don't play lets make a deal, and there is no way in hell you will ever see anything that looks like fair play from these bastards. I have personally seen what they can do and the only solution to their form of terror is to kill the bastards as they come regardless of age or gender."
MY HATE
They point their guns and plant their bombs
And brag about it when they are done
Killing is second nature
They get off on all the danger
They stole the planes from common flights
And pointed them at targeted sights
Too many innocent died
And so many survivors cried
In the name of Allah and promised rewards
Celebrating the deaths they scored
Terror is their game
Al Qaida is their name
In all the prayers I've said
They are the only people I wish dead
Though it may seem hateful
I hope their deaths as painful
Even the best of us cannot disguise
Our yearning for a terrorist's demise
May they suffer for hours on the floor
As we cheer in delight outside their door.
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