The air is thick with a scent of blood
Tainted by preists golden tongues
A poison that destroys a person's mind
Creeping deep into your lungs
Past wars of healing hands waged
Swords and arrows rip and peirce
Men's hearts are filled with rage
Fueled by God's anger fierce
Take anothers' life to set him free
To show the righteous path
Is your god really so caring?
Look at the facts and do the math
If you say his name in vain
You will suffer eternity in pain
If you praise Muhammad and die for him
You are rewarded with 72 virgins
It's all a way to relenquish fear
Fear of the afterlife and what awaits
Living shackled by chains of God, heh...
Mortal sins are what make life great!
Paying 10% of your earning to a long dead man
The disease of stupidity spread across the land
I hold my anger back, and stay my hand
Eventually you'll pass through time's death sand
Ingest the poison and I will laugh
Kneel down and god will smile
Show him just how much you love him
Lower your head and make it worth while
On this night under Sakred Skii
Dreaming together, My Love and I
We know the truth and believe not their lie
A Goddess is She, and She is My...
Believe My words if the truth You know
No Holy words helps wounds mend
I'm a Handmade God, and I will show
That God's reign of terror, soon shall end
(This poem is not intended to anger anyone or just insult anyone's personal beliefs or religion)
