Terrorist
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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