The Terrorist Hymnal:

Listen ye vacant soul-less bastards to the grinding of your dry and brittle bones. Hollow and weightless

and no longer filled with the marrow of life. Your spirit is as the fine powder of limestone evaporating 

into a frenzied whirlwind of the damned. Ye have given nothing in this life except sorrow and have taken

the breath of life from those unaware of your dark presence. Ye have drawn blood from the fountains of 

youth and have drunk it from the skulls of the innocent as a rabid dog licking the foam of his own jowls. 

Ye hunt to destroy peace and devour it with your putrid fowl meaningless self-serving appetite. For the 

flesh of children is the only fare that will fulfill your lust for supreme damnation. Ye eat till ye puke as a gluttonous jackal ripping and tearing at the sinews and cartilage of the dead.  Ye shall never know of contentment for ye walk upon the razors edge and though your own appendages are severed ye feel no 

pain for you are the intensifier of all that suffer, the epitome of torture. Your majesty’s black eyes are 

rimmed with scarlet and the jaundiced whites horribly bloodshot. They glow menacingly revealing you 

as the blood-sucking vampire you are, for you drain the very existence of light with your ashen sunken

 face. You reek with the foulness of a dung soaked pig wallowing in the mire of its own trough and these 

are the highest compliments you shall receive in your diabolically deranged empire of damnation. 

Seek ye the darkest holes and the deepest caves of the earth for to hide your festering sick minds.

The stamp of Jehovah seals your destiny and your judgment shall be delivered as swiftly a sword

that separates the serpent’s head from its writhing body. Ye shall all sing with violent trembling

 among the demons of hell,  ye shall sing songs from the hymnals of the damned.   

Part 2

What beckons ye, O masters of treachery, is it the lust for virgin blood? Ye take the perfumed innocence

 of peace and befoul it with the stench of the entrails of a rotting carcass. Ye leave the scene of devastation 

and holocaust with the unanswered questions of your twisted and charred victims. Their souls crying out 

from the confusion and sudden blackness of your swift acts of terrorism. Why? Why! Have ye done this

 to us? We are forever separated from the loves of our former world, torn from them in an instant never to embrace them again.  Perhaps in your own demented way ye think ye are martyrs for the cause of

 righteousness, yet as black is to white so is the variance of your plague infested reasoning. For what

 fellowship does righteousness have to do with evil?  Truly you are less than men and more than ghouls

 of the night, for ye commit these acts of murder and mayhem in the light of day. Ye know no shame and

 that is the shame of it all.

Look over your shoulders ye fatherless bastards, can even your gangrenous hearts conceive what ye

 have done? Ye dwell upon the edge of the smoke and peer at the bloodied victims, all the while laughing 

on the inside at the tragedy you have caused. Crimson seeps through the soiled white sheets as the angels of mercy gather the remains of the lifeless into bags.

Ye shed no tears but count the suffering of others as due reward for your dedication to your hideous 

master. Buildings will crumble and bear the scars of your wickedness for a time; they can be rebuilt and 

repaired for they are nothing but mortar and cement. But, not so the mortal lives ye have raped so 

violently from the face of this earth. These precious souls shall await your arrival in eternity.

Lament ye terrorist, wail as ye lay at the threshold of your last heartbeat and your soul seeps downward

 through your cold and clammy flesh, ye shall behold in an instant all the murderous deeds of your life. 

Ye shall be shot into eternity at the speed of light to stand before those you have self-righteously judged. 

They will not laugh at your demise for they take no joy in the suffering of man, not even the suffering of 

rabid dogs shall bring them pleasure. This is what separates the pure of heart from the black and raging 

heart of the damned. They will shed tears as ye are cast off into fire and brimstone, the dwelling place of 

your master. Ye were conceived of the devil and deceived in the devils world and the only laughter you 

will hear is the uncontrollable mirth emitting from his scorched eternal being. The choir of the damned will screech out as you fall headlong into the darkness. Searing and crackling  as  fat thrown into the fire, 

screaming as you tumble downwards towards the deepest bowels of Satan's fiery realm. The terrorist 

hymnal shall be opened and the legions of the demons of Hell shall sing of your  “Amazing Disgrace”.

Rightly so and, so it shall be…..

Amen.

Boon 4/03/02

Part 3

As ye flew the great silver bird through the early morning skies ye yourself were deceived by your 

own diabolical master. What terror did ye strike in the hearts of the innocent that dreadful morning of September 11, 2001? Ye boarded the plane as wolves in sheep’s clothing yet the look in your eyes must 

have been the same as that of a thief, for ye were there to steal lives.

The unsuspecting were willing to trust and ye betrayed the most basic honor among men, women and

 children. As ungrateful  dogs ye bit the hands that fed you. These same hands extended peace unto you 

and you in turn severed the throats of those who greeted you with respect just moments before your rage.

 Ye were truly evil as you sat in your seats all the while plotting the crimes you were about to commit. 

Your minds reeling with the dark acts, premeditated, cold and callous. Your conscience seared and your 

eyes glazed as the brainwashed zombies ye were. Beads of sweat forming on your face, the frantic look of a cornered animal distorting your countenance. The lust for blood overtaking all reasoning as your heart 

rate rose with the whining of the engines just before takeoff. Fevered glances at your sinister companions 

as your eyes met in the frenzy of the moment. An evil grin upon the thin lips of the damned, glowing as 

though Allah had smiled upon you. Yet the truth being ye black hearted fools is, that what you thought

 was the ecstasy of the moment, was the exact moment Allah turned his back on you, and the darkness 

of his shadow consumed any presence of light within your hollow shells.

Ye raised havoc that is for certain, ye killed freely and ye terrorized all in your presence. The 

overwhelming unadulterated bloodletting surely panicked many hearts aboard the ill-fated flights.

 One can only imagine the terror you so willingly inflicted upon the passengers and crew. Ye saw the

 contorted faces of fear and ye knew their fate.  Ye heard the pleas and screams, the sobbing and the 

prayers and still ye continued. Unrelenting with no emotion ye carried out your cruel tasks as crazed executioners. How terrible this demonic scene must have played upon minds of those ye were about 

to murder. As mothers held their children, as fathers held the helpless hands of their loved ones while plummeting through space knowing, that life as they knew it would end in a fiery explosion. Oh ye dogs

 of hell ye have separated Mother, father, daughters and sons in the name of your false deity. For

 what form of god would allow his children to wreak such treachery and suffering upon his own creation.

Ye chose to kill and ye flew the great silver birds into buildings. The fuel ignited and consumed for 

an instant all within its blast. But you, O black soulless demons of the eternal night stepped into eternity 

at the very same moment as the righteous. What must ye have thought when ye stood before the 

Almighty? What must ye have said when he asked why ye took the lives of His children? This God was

 not your God in the sense that you knew Him to be. For this God is a God of love, and for you the flame

 and the torment of that hellacious moment in time shall continue forever in the pits of hell. Ye had been believers in an army of fools, ye have believed in a fool’s paradise, and now ye believe in the reality

of a fools hell.

As ungrateful dogs ye were, and as ungrateful dogs ye shall remain in the eternal realm of Apollyon.

The terrorist hymnbook is opened, and in the great conflagration of the damned they moaned,

“How ungrateful thou art”…..

  4/2002