Quatrain Of Terrorism Poem by Yorktown Disciple

Bombs strapped to the
gonads of the Devil,

Rabid fear pushed to an
intensely horrific level,

The wailing of an ideology,
destructive to survival,

Blowing up reason as if God
where having a revival.


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Lest this fiendish insurrection,
be slain with lethal haste,

Fear will grow and foolish
decisions will grant a foretaste

Of death that will swallow
those in search of life:

The Devil will consume humanity;
Make God his wife!