You could view this killer on any street
but of all assassins you unknowing meet
horribly worst would be the coward disgrace
who lacks the courage to wear his face.

Away from his murders must this weakling hide,
struck cowardly mute, deprived of claimed pride
sans au courant blessing of his brutal deed
yet implicitly urged in his twisted creed.

A clandestine bully, confused by blind hate
could ambush with bomb to assassinate
who he deems deserving, from borrowed throne,
those guilty of sin less mean than his own.

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