Cull

You there

Yes

You with the bomb

Such a nice vest it makes

Out preying on the weak
Or is that praying
Out seeking righteous retribution

Your kind

Like those who carry the cross
Or the other sons of Abraham

You kill
For your god
For politics

Creating anarchy

Chaos

Terror

Yet I see you now
Trembling
As I disarm your vest

Yes

Trembling

For to you
I am pure terror

For I kill

Not for god
Not for power
Nor for profit

I kill

Because it is the logical choice

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