I Am. A Terrorist

Hands are tied behind my back
Blindfolded, so all is black
Mouth I promised to close
And in every picture pose
With a corpse and write eloquent prose
Of the 'infidels' daily I dispose
Because that's what my religion does impose
And what my prophet proudly did disclose
Because a Muslim holds a weapon not a rose
Oh folks, heaven awaits me for the ideas I depose
They told me on nine eleven
This path will lead to heaven
So I packed and headed to paradise
And listened carefully to their advice
Unsurprisingly it was concise:
Son, God loves those who sacrifice
And make 'infidels' pay an unjust price
O God loves hearts covered with ice
Loathes virtue and adores vice
I think what i said and did does suffice