Fanatical minds fall apart by the hour:
on planning atrocities they're focusing their power
to bring to the world it's darkest hour.
Craters are blown in field and street
that obliterate cars and acres of wheat
'til just staying alive becomes major feat.
Skyscrapers fall like decks of cards,
leaving heaps of rubble and metal shards
that bury row upon row of back yards.
Oh when will this terrorism ever end,
this breaking of Commandments that cannot bend:
this bringing of innocent lives to an end?
So the Gods intervene bringing lightening down
in vengeance upon the perpetrators' town
until everything in sight is glowing red-brown.
Then instead of twelve the clock strikes thirteen,
trapping these warped Souls between
their barbaric acts and this nightmare scene.
Now upon their knees the misguided ask,
"What have we done to incur such wrath?"
and "To earn a reprieve, we'll complete any task!"
Well in booming voices the Gods reply,
"It's too late for that, now you all must die
for basing your lives upon the lie
that yours is the only opinion that matters,
while reducing the lives of others to tatters
and contaminating your Souls with their blood spatters.
So for all those you've maimed or killed in our Name
each one of you shall suffer the same,
but without your coveted martyrdom's fame.
Instead you'll be despised then rapidly forgotten,
your remains lying naked in the gutter until forgotten -
a dire warning to all who crave glory ill-gotten."