This is a story of an assassin
Which is very personal to me
My mother is a famous rock star
She is adored around the world
I am a nobody and I like it this way
As I can exist in the shadows
In a recent music video my mother
Dressed herself as a belly dancer
You can see her cesarean scar
If you look very closely as she performs
This is where I entered the light
Just over twenty-one years ago
Tomorrow I am going to assassinate
A much hated politician for his malignant views
My rifle is in position and primed
His head will explode on impact
As my angry bullets rip through their target
I will hear the news in Berlin
This piece of filth recently attended
My mothers only London gig
I saw him there with his sycophants
Her costume revealed the cesarean scar
I wonder if he as he watched my mother perform
Even vaguely realised that the child
That entered the world via that bloody door
Would shortly be sending him screaming into Hell
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