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Mr Jihad

I am going to see the Dead Sea
(and cube the C), 
float on its sacred chemistry,
heal my knuckles that I split open

on the displacement of your honour's face.

Race?

It isn't about race,
but the distrust of your pseudo-religious ideologies,
of your false, luna.tick profit.cies
and charters of genocidal tendencies.

I have since learned how violence only begets violence,
so how are we going to co-exist?

Mr. Jihad, I offer to you my hypocrisy,
my double-edged blade of mutations
forged in the land of the Rising Sun
(the Lions of Judah are on the prowl,
it's time for a head check, here they come).

Mr. Jihad, I will not submit to your misinterpretations
of Valhalla,
I will not submit to your dajalla,
to your Anti-Christ, death-cult messiah.

Mr. Jihad, a dog's behind is cleaner than your mouth
which spews-out adoration for Hitler,
who would gassed you too (a dunce cap for you) --

always remember your roots,
you should have dropped the book instead of bombs,
worked alongside the Jew,
your fellow descendants of the Abrahamic DNA brew.

You should work together to purge the true enemy of humanity,

the beast within, instead of passing on blame,
manifesting yourself into a monstrosity that feeds upon obscenity,
who institutionalizes pedophilia, peddling child porno stars.

Mr. Jihad, your 72 virgins are burly, hairy prison inmates
caught in the cell of the hell burning down your mind.

No matter how much peace I may find,
no matter how much of my hate I am able to dissipate,
no matter wot you attempt to do to me,
my soul, my heart and blood

will not ever submit to your misinterpretations of Valhalla
that were re-arranged and twisted into a deranged version of al-allah.

Mr. Jihad, I will not ever submit to your Anti-Christ, death-cult dajalla.

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This is myth-oh-logical.
I incorporated some rhyme because I figured that the infantile nature of rhyme
would lends towards the theme of prejudice and reactionism.

Please don't attempt any supposed explanations concerning jihad.
I don't enjoy ignorance or smoke and mirrors.
This is between Mr. Jihad and I.

Death before dishonour.
Only surrender to love.


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  1. Date: 12/1/2014 9:11:00 AM

    8-) Perfectly said Chris
  1. Date: 11/10/2014 12:43:00 PM

    Stunning. Had to be said, and you said it well. Glad I stopped by... hope you are yours are well on this mad planet. Don't let their hate touch you... keep that plus over the minus. Hugs
  1. Date: 11/1/2014 7:15:00 PM

    Chris....you write well of insanity...i just penned a radical verse myself...but don't think i'll post it...jimbo
  1. Date: 11/1/2014 4:51:00 PM

    Very, very awesome poem, Chris. I often wish I had the ability, or talent to write the way that you do. That's no smoke, it's true. LOL Wishing you the best always, love and hugs, catie :)
  1. Date: 11/1/2014 4:37:00 PM

    Cube the C that's 6.434856 x 10 ^ 15 miles per hour! Lets go !

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