The Heart of an Assassin: The Search for Bin Ladin
I am the Anti-Christ, the Ultimate Evil... My eyes are hollow catacombs a few fathoms deep, In my soul There's only a barren feild where the dead sleep... Nothing but bats flying in and about, batting their wings in the darkness. I am your worst nightmare, Keep OUT! I have eaten with the worst of them.. Nero,Helter Skelter, Hitler, Stalin.. all dined with me Toasting to victory and world anhiallation. I've got the Eagle after me... Plotting my capture, If they find me, that is. I've levelled an entire city With my charisma and power...all to smithereens Who cares about them really? History will absolve me... Let the Yankees burn with rage I had my fill! I've tasted and devoured their bodies whole They plot revenge to avenge the 'ill' Yet I hide like a theif laughing at their foolish gull To bring me to justice! Let them search for me through caves and ravines, They can't catch me, My name is Bin Ladin!Here's a poem written through the eyes of Bin Ladin...the man responsible for the World Trade Center disaster. Indeed he is pure Evil. He's the personification of the Anti-Christ! :o0 Written February 7th, 2002 © on Feb 07 2002 12:36 PM PST, Mary Aris 0 • 1
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"I am the Anti-Christ, the Ultimate Evil... ..."