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'' I Am Nothing But A Murdering Bastard ''
My main aim in life?
To cause innocents strife,
I know not the meaning of shame,
My barbarism I know will cut like a knife,
My God is the one I will blame.
How it sits,
When I blow you to bits,
The truth is I don't really care,
You're all fair game for one of my hits,
Though I know you think I'm unfair,
This radicalisation,
Smacks of retardation,
In truth it is just an excuse,
Yes I am guilty of desecration,
My sole aim is to cause others abuse.
My God says no,
But the lies just grow,
There's no pleasure in watching you grieve,
Butchering innocents is wrong I know,
But in my leaders I'm told to believe.
While that scum live on,
I'll see my new dawn,
At least that's the story they tell,
If truth be told after I'm gone,
I do know I'll end up in Hell.
It's all a lie,
It's not good to die,
If it is, why do they stay alive?
To those in power it just doesn't apply,
I'm dead while my leaders thrive.
I know it's not right,
I now feel contrite,
To commit debauchery I'm no longer willing,
Within myself I have seen the light,
If they want they can do their own killing.
That word martyr,
Should be a non starter,
Propaganda I'd say they have mastered,
What it should say in their butchers charter,
Is,
‘' I Am Nothing But A Murdering Bastard ‘'
To cause innocents strife,
I know not the meaning of shame,
My barbarism I know will cut like a knife,
My God is the one I will blame.
How it sits,
When I blow you to bits,
The truth is I don't really care,
You're all fair game for one of my hits,
Though I know you think I'm unfair,
This radicalisation,
Smacks of retardation,
In truth it is just an excuse,
Yes I am guilty of desecration,
My sole aim is to cause others abuse.
My God says no,
But the lies just grow,
There's no pleasure in watching you grieve,
Butchering innocents is wrong I know,
But in my leaders I'm told to believe.
While that scum live on,
I'll see my new dawn,
At least that's the story they tell,
If truth be told after I'm gone,
I do know I'll end up in Hell.
It's all a lie,
It's not good to die,
If it is, why do they stay alive?
To those in power it just doesn't apply,
I'm dead while my leaders thrive.
I know it's not right,
I now feel contrite,
To commit debauchery I'm no longer willing,
Within myself I have seen the light,
If they want they can do their own killing.
That word martyr,
Should be a non starter,
Propaganda I'd say they have mastered,
What it should say in their butchers charter,
Is,
‘' I Am Nothing But A Murdering Bastard ‘'
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`` I Am Nothing But A Murdering Bastard ``
`` I Am Nothing But A Murdering Bastard ``
