Jihadist Prayer

In this poem I am in no way advocating violence, but am trying to describe an event in history from the perspective of those who carried out the attacks of 9/II/2001.

Smite the mighty gleaming towers.
Shiny missiles.
Turn them all red.
Make them all dead.

Free the world of unholy men.
Strike with the pen.
Set them all free.
Let the world see.

A glorious day is our day.
Our words shall stay.
Their end is near.
Our day is here.