In the darkness of his mind’s night, he chanced
Upon a face beckoning concepts to appease
Those who on darkened paths of terrorism advanced
Oh, how quickly he took a position to please
Only he
quickly beckoning
to see
concepts reckoning
He feared not the melody this path might play
No outraged burned over his desire not to offend
No sorrow for the coming terrorist day
In the shadows of his mind’s night, he chanced
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