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May 16, 2010
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No Fear...
Swathes of sweat,
Clothe a petrified exterior,
As he peers down the barrel of his gun,
More afraid than his victim,
But committed to his cause,
Cousin of the suicide bomber,
Brother of the terrorist,
Brainwashed into submission,
No escape here except into the abyss of mass slaughter,
At least he's assured that his soul will soar into the sublime,
They've promised him that this will be....
— sharon-rose, May 16, 2010
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sharon-rose
16 years ago
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