Terrorism

He sat in a cold place
Picturing the bad old days
His freezing thoughts affected his arteries
Making him a cold-blooded anger harbouring factory

And his infatuation for terror
Is what affected his demeanor
And his happiness reduced
Because that's what hatred induced

He was once a loyal family man
Until his darkness and bad luck began
He lost everything that he ever cherished
And his love for life gradually diminished

He shoved all his feelings behind
To all of life he was love-blind
He just wanted to kill kill kill
Danger is what he made everyone around him feel

He was very fearful, in fact he was 'Fear'
Very suicidal, his death was near
Could he ever change? Could he ever be saved?
What could bring his life out of where it had caved...

There's Only one thing, which was his weakness
Something that made him feel a little happiness
Despite all the odds it was his best bet
In his whole life its the best thing he ever met...

It could change a terrorist to a pacifist
It could bring peace in a state of crisis
I'm sorry, but this poem was just a teaser
Because I've been talking about a slice of Pizza!
-Mars...