Antiterrorist Poem

The jihadist thought that he was the hottest.
He was sincere wanting his life to end up in flames.
He believed in his cause, he was not playing games.
His brain was twisted, his reasoning was flawed.
He said it was for God, but he was just a fraud.
He thought he was the baddest, but he was more like the saddest.
His heart was filled with hatred, he lived his life always bent on terror.
He thought his deeds would make him famous, but this was an error.
He would die and end up in Hell.
For being part of the terrorist cell.

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