TERRORIST HYMNAL (Part 3)
As ye flew the great silver bird through the early morning skies ye yourself were deceived by your own diabolical master. What terror did ye strike in the hearts of the innocent that dreadful morning of September 11, 2001? Ye boarded the plane as wolves in sheep's clothing yet the look in your eyes must have been the same as that of a thief, for ye were there to steal lives.
The unsuspecting were willing to trust and ye betrayed the most basic honor among men, women and children. As ungrateful dogs, ye bit the hands that fed you. These same hands extended peace unto you and you in turn severed the throats of those who greeted you with respect just moments before your rage. Ye were truly evil as you sat in your seats all the while plotting the crimes you were about to commit. Your minds reeling with the dark acts, premeditated, cold, and callous. Your conscience seared and your eyes glazed as the brainwashed zombies ye were; beads of sweat forming on your face, the frantic look of a cornered animal distorting your countenance. The lust for blood overtaking all reasoning as your heart rate rose with the whining of the engines just before takeoff. Fevered glances at your sinister companions as your eyes met in the frenzy of the moment while an evil grin upon the thin lips of the damned glowed as though Allah had smiled upon you. Yet the truth, ye black hearted fools, is that what you thought was the ecstasy of the moment was the exact moment Allah turned his back on you and the darkness of his shadow consumed any presence of light within your hollow shells.
Ye raised havoc that is for certain, ye killed freely, and ye terrorized all in your presence. The overwhelming unadulterated bloodletting surely panicked many hearts aboard the ill-fated flights. One can only imagine the terror you so willingly inflicted upon the passengers and crew. Ye saw the contorted faces of fear and ye knew their fate. Ye heard the pleas and screams, the sobbing and the prayers and still ye continued. Unrelenting with no emotion ye carried out your cruel tasks as crazed executioners. How terrible this demonic scene must have played upon minds of those ye were about to murder. As mothers held their children, as fathers held the helpless hands of their loved ones while plummeting through space knowing, that life as they knew it would end in a fiery explosion. Oh ye dogs of hell, ye have separated Mother, father, daughters and sons in the name of your false deity. For what form of god would allow his children to wreak such treachery and suffering upon his own creation.
Ye chose to kill and ye flew the great silver birds into buildings. The fuel ignited and consumed in an instant all within its blast. But you, O black soulless demons of the eternal night stepped into eternity at the very same moment as the righteous. What must ye have thought when ye stood before the Almighty? What must ye have said when he asked why ye took the lives of His children? This God was not your God in the sense that you knew Him to be; for this God is a God of love, and for you the flame and the torment of that hellacious moment in time shall continue forever in the pits of hell. Ye had been believers in an army of fools; ye have believed in a fool's paradise, and now ye believe in the reality of a fool's hell.
As ungrateful dogs ye were and as ungrateful dogs ye shall remain in the eternal realm of Apollyon.
The terrorist hymnbook is opened, and in the great conflagration of the damned they moaned, "How ungrateful thou art".