The kid on the edge Watches while others frolic He stares blankly Envious of popularity Astounded by Cultural freedoms Ideologically apart Even from those who he would have as brother Saddened and lonely The speck among a world of frivolity Spitting the dummy He envy's them their toys Hostages taken Women, girls and boys Any excuse Murderous intentions I do this for my god Not because I have been soaked in falsehoods Born in another time Perhaps able, to make up his own sweet mind Circumstances impaled him To the banner of the chosen? ones. On the periphery Looking through ornate glass windows He cannot look too closely The curtains drawn The curtains drawn In my prophets name I sever your head Hate filled Now they are dead Now they are dead. FOR GLORY? The innocents bled Red in red AGL