Anarchist's Canto

Can you dig my insanity?
It runs perverse to your humanity.
Not even a speck of parallel and 
even with... but deeply at odds to it.
I am a crusader of anarchy.
Entrenched in home made bombs and 
the perfume of fear.
I like to hide in the shadow and watch.
Wait til I am safe and you are not.
To do the dirty little deeds a terrorist does.
I am not afraid ... oh yeah maybe a bit.
I am reluctant to really show myself.
Because my politics are not plainly spoken.
Are not brave and upright
Killing women and children and reporters.
I flounder in the easy prey of innocence.
Liking the publicity and letting it do the job.
It is to my benefit that kings and potentates alike.
Bow to my will as I usually have obscene amounts of 
cash backing me.
For I am a willing pawn in the war machine as long
as I get to spread my game which is terror.
Being a cyber bully and killing shackled men in 
bloody and horrific manner is just one of my 
specialties.
I apologize to no one,
I recognize no higher power than the insanity I
produce.
I am so very dangerous because I care about no one.
Not even my own self.
Really not even my cause..
FOr it is anarchy itself I crave.. 
without end.
without ending.
until the end.