the bullet-riddled words of the boston bomber

Now I don't like killing innocent people,
and who doesn't, after all, you only
become what you hate the most,
it's forbidden by Islam and Christianity
both, our own humanity forbids it,
and he knew it. He knew that when
you hurt one you hurt us all, but forgot
that you don't have to believe in Allah
for that to ring true. Now I don't like
to embellish the words of a murderer,
so I'll stop. But if heaven really rests
at the bottom of the barrel,
I don't think ending up in a boat
with a sharpened pencil shedding 
light on your darkest delusions
is the best plan God could devise.
It was lack of planning
that brought him there,
left to scribble out the bullet-riddled,
frightened confession of a hate-addled
brain. How fitting
that the justification for his revenge
was turned to cheesecloth,
because his love was full of holes.