Meet Your Fate

You threaten us with terror,

You threaten us with death,

You claim it’s in the name of God,

Your brothers do protest...

Blow yourselves up,
Dress in women’s attire,

Soon you will dance in Hell’s burning fire...

Hide in your hills,
Hide in your holes,

Hide behind children and the very old...

Crawl and slither like a snake in the grass,

Nothing is going to save your ass!

The promise of virgins is all a big lie...

No welcoming smiles await when you die...

So go ahead and spread your hate,

He’ll gladly help you meet your fate...

Your days are quickly nearing the end,

A mighty warrior we will send...

He’s young and brave,
Has a heart of stone

To whomever threatens one of his own...

He’s cunning with stealth,
Lean and mean...

Meet your worst nightmare,

 He's a U.S. Marine!

"(C)" 2011 Leatherman