They are your horror They are your comfort They creep into Every facet of your life You joined the movement Counting down the days Until your suicide Fearful of showing opposition Horrified that they will Slaughter your kin Wishing for death Praying for the day That you go to die To fulfill your deed To destroy your enemy A devotion to the eradication Of free thought They tell you to kill yourself For sake of the larger cause Indoctrinated since the day of your Conception With the rest of your generation Like the cohorts that Came before you Discount the living and welcome A death drenched in martydom A sensless death In a pointless cause