The Autobiography of a Terrorist

It’s the demon they’re looking for,
The one who is roaming free,
The one who has changed their lives,
And the demon is me.

It’s me who has painted
The streets a bloody red,
It’s me who has brought about
The fear in their heads.

I watch with an amused
Expression on my face,
As they accuse each other,
Seeking my trace.

They fight and kill,
And serve my purpose,
But it’s just some lives,
So why this fuss?

I laugh at them,
As I roam around free,
And they never even suspect
That the demon is me.