One Two Eight Nine Eight
Handsome young face,
Rushing to his death,
Fear is brushed aside,
This firefighter hero,
Is not one to hide...
Climbing stairs to heaven,
Rescue on his mind,
So very much different,
Than the evil kind...
Who kill in God's name,
Isn't that absurd?
To slay without regard,
Innocent men and women,
The most Godless thing
I've ever heard.
Allah loves death?
You know this to be true?
I pray the strength of America
Forever smites you...
12898 did not die in vain...
He was the real hero that day,
Killers of life are
A Godless stain...
No God, whatever name,
Would wish that this was so,
Unless he is the Devil,
And ultimately we'll show...
You spit on America,
You ask for what you get...
We have a tendency to remember,
We surely will not forget...
So run to your cave,
You Godless freaks,
It is your last day,
That America seeks...
Crush you like the dirt you are,
And it doesn't matter how very far,
We have to go,
Or have to wait,
You have picked,
Your ultimate Godless fate.
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