by R.S.
My name is terror…I live in the middle east…
My creators are a mufti a rabi and a priest
I’m very old, You can say I’m ancient
But most of my secrets are still locked in the basement
I left my mark all around the globe
I’m definitely infamous for the plots under my robe
My name is Terror, but my friends call me revenge
I try to get what I want and I live on the edge
You can call me pure evil, but you know I’m a bomb
I do believe in violence, and I will keep you numb
I’m like a murderer who is well hidden
And in my world, nothing is forbidden…
My name is terror, but you probably know me
You surely hate me, but you can’t ignore me
If you try to argue, you will suffer
And I won’t stop until you have something to offer
I’ll use the innocent to teach you a lesson
Dying children always bring me attention
My name is terror , my enemy’s name is peace
She thinks everything can be solved with a kiss
She says I’m irresponsible and that she is strong
She keeps saying that what I do is wrong
Peace is my sister and my identical twin
But only one of us gets to be the queen
My name is terror, I live in the middle east
I’m a thousand years old at least
With your help I can live forever
We can destroy this world all together
Don’t look back and drown into the fear
Just kill your conscience and never shed a tear
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R.S. e fata mea cea mica, a scris asta cind avea 16 ani.