A Terror Rampaging Quietly

Until a body bomb kills without discrimination, Sneaking up on its victims without a slightest remorse. A serial killer dying under a flag of no true nation, Dreaming his murders will send him straight to some heaven. Believing that will not prepare him for Satan's hell, As a ridiculous final smile is burned from his face. Killing every infidel on earth will earn him nothing, Never buying even one moment in God's true paradise. Copyright © 2014 Robert William Gruhn - All Rights Reserved "A poem to me is the essence of any thought, Being built from its foundation into tower scraping sky. It can fly like no other bird to places never seen, Even spaceships can only dream of taking its place." © 2014 Robert William Gruhn