A soul encrusted so with evil
Dripping ooze of wounds self inflicted
Maggot infested and long festering
Since the beginning of this dark age
You are to blame for the twisting
Of minds darkened with ignorance
Yours is the only soul that can not,
That will not find a moments peace
In life nor death, or that in between state
Which at this moment you find yourself
Lodged in hiding in your desert cave
Of cowardice and malcontent
Your reign is over, and even your
Ill logic can't keep heaping the denial
Upon the zealots you employ to terror
Those who will not be terrorized

As your trusted friends are diminished,
The world is looking for you, be sure
No sacred stone unturned will be
Your name will succeed only in topping a list:
Those names of other demons whose goals
Were pure by gentle comparison
Hitler, Stalin, Mussolini, Nero, Pol Pot
The past will claim you yet,
And all that you have achieved
In torturing those who disbelieved
The perversion of texts thought holy
Will revisit you seven times seven fold

It is you, only you who are beyond
Any means of salvation and redemption
You will die the bloodiest of deaths
The slowest and the most enjoyed
By all those you have caused to grieve
You who claim to be spawn of Arabia
The promised one to lead Jihad
Will be honored in death only by the one
We Christians know as the Prince of Dark
May he welcome you as the son
You rightly are, with arms wide open
To a place much hotter than Saharan sands
Which by the way, are sifting through
Your hourglass, overturned for it's final
Run, run, run... you will not hide for long

Kelly