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Click here"No Greater Evil"
First comes the crash of thunder,
As angry flames lick the air.
Them come the cries of agony
For which no one can prepare.
Immediately thereafter,
The spray of blood and limbs.
And in the days that follow,
The somber funeral hymns.
As the coffins lay in quiet rows,
The mourners shed their tears.
The saddest of all are for the young,
And all their unused years.
Of husbands, wives and loving friends,
Even children not yet born,
Barely enough of each remains
For weeping eyes to mourn.
For the terrorist cares not for hopes,
Nor all those undreamed dreams.
He revels in the loss of life
Amidst those dying screams.
A life to him is but a means
To some perverted end.
But in reality he simply craves
Some human flesh to rend.
Like all vermin he hides beneath the earth,
Far from the world's bright light.
Where he scurries with his twisted kind
To plan his next cowardly show of "might."
To be sure, he rants of some righteous cause,
As he wrecks and kills and maims.
But no God would condone such heinous acts,
Despite his fanatic claims.
The blood he spills, the flesh he tears,
To him are but useful tools
In his quest to spread fear and hate,
For all others he thinks are fools.
In his fevered, sick, deluded mind,
By his God he'll be embraced.
But the true and certain reality is,
Even his own life he will waste.
But rest assured the day will come
When his kind will be no more.
For the good and decent of this world
Into his evil lair will pour.
And from that reeking den they'll drag
Every last twisted, rotting soul.
And despite their most vile attempts,
They'll not have achieved their goal.
For the proud and strong and brave
Shall never bend to such evil will,
No matter how much they destroy,
Nor how much innocent blood they spill.
And then the deluded terrorist
Will spread his bloodied hands out wide,
For his God to take him to Paradise,
Where all the "heroes" of his kind reside.
But then will come his final shock,
For any sane man knows full well
That no true God of any faith,
Would send him anywhere but Hell!
"No Greater Evil"
copyright Bacomicfan/Mike, 2003