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The Unholy Ones

ISIS is a Black Vortex that has attached itself to and infected the World’s Soul . . . 

Murder, Rape, Beatings, Beheadings, Destruction, and Terror,
These thugs, criminals and hooligans are the unholiest of the unholy,
The world’s painfully aghast and their victims are pawns of this horror.

A truly nefast nest of murderers, thieves and prevaricators of the lowest kind,
These thugs and their evil cronies lack any iota of human decency and scruples,
How could God tolerate these creatures in our society—such a despicable kind? 

Almighty God in Heaven weeps so deeply at their unbridled savagery
But God is not here today (not yet) to stop their vicious, hideous rampage,
The Civilized World weeps so deeply at their malevolent snickering mockery.

The evil they do and foment and spread is supposedly in God’s name,
How dare they commit such a sacrilege and expect all of us to bow?
To the Civilized World their actions cry out the very worst moral shame.

It is undeniably tragic that mankind has this horrifying human cancer
In its collective DNA which bodes not well for the human species,
And 71 Virgins await them NOT as they enter the Gates of Hell—The Answer.

Nameless old and young people:  men, women, children, innocent babies
Savaged by hunger, disease, injury, and an unrelenting palpable fear 
Form the fodder of their ritualistic blood sacrifice as they destroy families.

All in the name of a Procrustean philosophy of nihilistic niddering nothingness . . .    

Gary Bateman, Copyright © All Rights Reserved, Schoeningen, Germany
(August 24, 2014)



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