In God's name,
Your high blood won't shed in vain.
By the crescent bay of honey and milk,
Here we found a
Great Nation.
In God's name,
On the way of glorious jihad we send--
Troops, tanks and torpedoes to
Make tombs.
In God's name,
May the poor rest in peace.
Damn the sinners:
Sink and stink and scream in sty.
Praise the fighter of freedom,
Warrior for wolrd welfare.
In God's name,
Here we found a nation with
Liberty and justice for all.
Amen!
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Thanks for professor Tom Sellari's guidance
This poem is wriiten in memory of the innocent souls
slain in Irag
--
Who am I? I'm the phantom of the opera.
Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me, the loathsome gargoyle, who:
burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven,
secretly ...
secretly ..
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