by Bri Mark

Created on: September 12, 2008   Last Updated: September 06, 2011

Two thousand and one, eleven nine,

A beautiful day the world seemed fine,

Only the scum knew what lay ahead,

By the end of the day they’d all be dead,

They were murdering bastards everyone,

Cowards to boot when all’s said and done.

The terrorists who died we can safely tell,

Everyone of them is now rotting in HELL,

To the innocents murdered their memories we cherish,

Our dedication to them will never perish,

Till the end of time we’ll forever ensure,

Their place in history will be secure.

Buildings and monuments we can rebuild,

Our victory over terrorism will be fulfilled,

Our heroes deaths will not be in vain,

We’ll fight to exorcise their pain,

Terrorists do not have special powers,

Get one on one you’ll see who cowers.

The towers and people that they destroyed,

Left us all with a terrible void,

But we’ve fought back we always will,

That to the cowards is a bitter pill,

We’ve shown the bastards we won’t give in,

Until the day we finally win.

The Pentagon is back to it’s former glory,

As for Bin Laden that’s another story,

Hiding away like cowards do,

He finally got what he was due,

Better than you lot have tried and failed,

Upon your own sword you’ll be impaled.

The passengers on United flight ninety three,

Fought and died trying to break free,

From your cowardly actions they would not yield,

They died crashing their plane into a field,

From the Pentagon to Shanksville to the towers at Ground Zero,

We will honour our dead,

'' Every One A Hero ''

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