Seclusion

Seclusion the direct result of delusion
A lonely existence brought on by the paranoid
A true nightmare for the traveling annoyed
Logistically impossible to live from day to day
A mental breakdown in each and every way
When the sun is blocked out and the curtains are drawn
the days turn
Silently sitting seaside in secure our turf
Shooting and slaying the enemy
Smiling ear to ear I see them scramble and flee
Captured by surprise awaiting their demise
Surgically Saudi
Starting sailors swimming in at the hour of three
sprinting in full gear out from the surf
Serving with seals to slicing a scumbag in a alibaba rag
shocking interrogation shows blood on my boots
Show us the stingers or well steal your soul
Splashing Simmering oil on your skin should
Gain your control And leave me on a roll
Were going to release him for spilling his guts
Off to his hole with all his cuts
The final mark is an iron spider burnt in his palm
A constant reminder of Islam

silent