And here's mine, which has been tweaked to reflect reality:
What jihadis love is death, sweet death.
It's what they espouse to their dying breath.
What jihadis love is martyrdom.
Panting virgins wait up in Kingdom Come.
Lord, we don't need to find their "motive".
It's apparent and plain in their battle cry.
It's Fort Hood and Orlando and Bataclan--
A plan to for them to be supreme.
What jihadis love is death, sweet death.
It's what they espouse to their dying breath.
What the world needs now's a clue, yoo hoo.
Love's a lovely thing, but it won't save you.
Lord, we don't need more clueless leftists
Who say hugs and good wishes will turn the tide.
Who say sunbeams and rainbows will melt their hearts.
Oy vey, that stuff--it's suicide!
What jihadis love is death, sweet death.
It's what they espouse to their dying breath.
What jihadis want is to terrorize.
When will all you chumps open up your eyes?...
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