I’m going to my God.
A bomb strapped around my waist, more than 200 people in my sights.
My God waits, arms wide, together we will revel in my merriment.
Celebrate my glorious defeat at the hands of the infidels.
200 people, should guarantee my place in my version of heaven.
But since I wear the bomb I die too.
If my actions bring about change, I will not be alive to see it.
Those who commanded my actions will and they will remember my name…
… won’t they?