Antichrist

You're the blood on a razor blade.
A flap of skin on a lampshade.
Medusa's eyes in retrograde.
A silhouette on the world stage.

You hang like the sword of Damocles,
Without a shred of empathy.
The screams of war through history,
Pluck the wings of divinity.

You're the flash of nuclear fusion;
The blinding faith of illusion.
Igniting fires of confusion,
In the terminal solution.

You are the face of terrorism;
Scorching flesh into anarchism.
The stench of death in cremation.
A war of words in free nations.