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Terror For The Terrorists...

Moving softly through the night
Whisper quiet in the sand
Eyes seeing in half-light
Bowie in his hand

A gurgle and a sigh
Killer holds him tight
There is a reason why
Killer's here tonight

Silence meets an others' ear
When he asks “Who's there?”
He looks around in abject fear
Not knowing when or where

Wide open eyes and shaking hands
Crawling skin that's dripping sweat
Death is coming through the sands
This one's pants are pissing wet

Bloody guts are hanging out
Throats silenced with a blade
No one gives a warning shout
Guards get a failing grade

No negotiation
No quarter asked or given
Religious aspirations
Keeps these guys from living

Bombs are such a dirty way
Though they still persist
It's in the news most every day
Why can't they just desist?

He has his own rhetoric
His own bit of creed
These terrorists are sick
Killer kills their seed

Their religious war is futile
They don't understand
Freedom is in style
When Killer takes a hand

In the open market-place
Where there's food and sweets
Killer's found some space
For his Long-Pig meat

They buy it up real quick
It's a little tough to chew
I'll bet they'd all be sick
If they only knew!

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Great thought, killer dishing out some justice. But does he have to sell their meat, lol. Another delicious killer story. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

I thought if they bought the meat and ate it, then found out that it was Long-Pig, that they would be so sick that they might not be able to plant any bombs for awhile. LOL Glad you liked it. ~ Gee

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a fitting end to the pigs lol......stan

that it was like the movies and you had an elite commando squad to carry out missions like this! Thanks for the read and comment, ~ Gee

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Killer doing good again, best keep his actions a secret or just to us if the pope ever finds out he may be called Saint Killer..
Yours as always, Ian

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don't want to give Killer a big head! Saint Killer, indeed! ~ Gee

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Saint Killer has a definite ring to it aye ?

I absolutely loved this and I really cant see anything to suggest as killer has it all in hand as per the norm lol

going to laydown I am tired as, been here for ages tonight lol
longest time I've been here for a very long time haha

love and higgliest bugs Sis xxx

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