Is it anything but a word?
How can you pull a trigger to that head?
How can place that rope around that neck?
Are you playing God?
Do you gain satisfaction
Ripping apart his body from his soul?
You stand above him
With power and hatred
You need to see him bleed,
Need to see his lifeless heart.
You need to see him dead.
You pin him down, he tries to break free.
You pull out a knife, he pushes his hope.
As you perform the acts of the devil, he recites the words of God.
You jab the knife through his throat, his cries stop.
You slice away his jugular veins, ...
He is gone now, forever.
A father to a child, a son to a mother.
Now he is neither.
You finish beheading him, satisfied
Your demented soul cares less
You will, after all, be a hero to others.
You return home, showered with praises.
There is your little daughter,
Next to your beautiful loving wife.
Everything is so peaceful here,
Nothing like the outside world
Where darkness and evil linger.
Indeed, you are a savior.
A murderous savior.
(Why am I here.
Below the sole of a fellow human.
I cry, I shout, but no one cares.
Please let me live, I have a family just like you.
God, ease my pain,
For my time here will be taken away now.
It does not make sense...oh God...)