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Terrorist

Rod Moran

Apr 01 2014

1 mins

Terrorist

 

I am the one who stalked your cold nightscape,

The ghoul in your childhood’s most vivid dream.

I pervade the mood of your adult time.

This is my era. I perfect the scream.

 

I’m a grotesque heir to the Assassins,

Who willingly died committing their crime.

I am the gaunt shadow on a pocked wall.

Continents, causes, and doctrines are mine.

 

The world’s my domain of necro-action,

Where nothing’s forbidden, all is allowed.

I am your children’s executioner.

I am the cancer of which some are proud.

 

Howling media-martyr, righteous, brave:

In my video-clip I smile like the grave.

 

Rod Moran

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