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In his most holy and just name

I serve

I give all of me

If it is his will

Not a violent man by nature

Just one who believes

In justice

Freedrom from the wicked American scum

Too long allowed to have their way

You call me a monster

But they have done much worse by far

Murdering our innocent women and children

In a so called battle

To protect their own dirty little brats

Babies better off aborted then born

To selfish mothers and fathers

Who will only toss them away as useless trash

When they grow sick of them

Hellions bent on domination

Blaming us for their wars and 9/11

All their own fault

For being so greedy and cruel

Deserved just what they got and will get

All the death and fire raining down

Our precious Allah deems fit

To pour upon them

Which brings me to the point of this terrorist prose

All you foolish idiot Americans

As I strap myself in

For one final flight

To sweet victory and an army of vigins

Wating for me

In the Heavens afterwards

My mission and my mind clear

This you infiels is my message to you

You wish to know why I do this

I do this

You oil mad fools

For one

The one and only

Almighty one

I do this for my Allah

Praise be to his name

And a curse on yours!

2011 Ramona Thompson