Mankind, Not Kind Man (Age 16)

One day I was wondering what it would be like if some extremist person from another religion bombed St. Peter's Basilica.

Now, Hassan was a man.
A man with a plan, you might say,
But hey, clichés aside, Hassan had ideals to make clear,
To instill fear into the nation, to cause chaotic revelation,
To deprive them of something they held dear, as was done,
To pay his grim debt to society. His love lost was lethal,
Which caused Hassan - this modern messiah to the people,
Saint's stranger in clear danger of becoming lost in rage -
To crack and burn with some dire fire, to break from his cage,
Dire fire burning higher as Saint Peter's Basilica crashes down,
Drowning sounds of hundreds praying, as pyre sets alight.
Is he lethal, a modern messiah to the people? The church steeple
Is slowly creeping, creaking, around abound with flaming deacons,
As suddenly tears are leaking, and it sounds like his meek task
Is fulfilled, but Hassan can't see, binded and blinded, that many ask
Why this man would bring apocalyptic struggle to this place?
No look of disgrace upon his face, what is this strange creature,
Black ash from hell smeared across his tormented features?
But those who posed the question should see this cursed creation
Had become more than a man, possibly some devil's incarnation,
And Hassan had no remorse for the destruction he had caused,
Because you must see it's mankind, not kind man at all.