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Just a job.
Car bombs are easy to assemble,
it"s fitting the bastards that causes problems.
All the money in the world can"t buy off guilt.
I realised that when the first poor guy
blew himself to bits.
The cheque recieved in the post was superb,
but my feelings were mixed.
Like blue and red wires all intertwined
my conscience intermingled with greed.
I never knew them personally,
and it was easy money
even for such a talented technician.
But somehow i always thought
how sticky will this get,
and eventually.
My heart got the beating of me.
I wanted out.
I phoned my handler
and said i have retired.
A week later i blew him up.
I have one rule in life.
I am obliged to be perfect.
