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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Come O Muslim, Come Back to Our God, The Holy Trinity One Lord, Before late it be, Come O Muslim, Come back before Damnation do thou see Can you not reason out of heart, That you have been Misled, O' Torn apart, Wrapped around the Lie of Lies, did that Bastard Mahomet bring, A 'Book' so hideous, Hellish Destruction does it sing We see with our eyes, the Fruits of his Tree, Bitterness, hatred and bloodshed a-fire ranging sea No rest at all, this did John speak, A place of endless misery bloodshed, hatred and tears that fall a'weep. What O what has this Snake done to you all Ishmaelites? He has poisoned your minds and hearts, That thou are blinded by it, thou not see Love This is your punishment as well as mine, For Faith in Jesus Christ, God decrease it well, Now God sends this Curse right from the pits of Hell, And as all the Saints do Fearlessly Proclaim, Those who Follow Allah and is False Prophet are Dammed over and over again. Time will come When Bel will bow, Time will come When Artemis will die, Time will come When Lilith will suffer, Lucifer and his devilish Mohammed will face the Wrath of Yahweh Then O Muslim, no more shall thou be called so, Then Son of Ismael, will bow down and reconcile and God will he adore, My heart till then is torn apart, To be Roman Catholic and Love a Muslim Girl, Now I feel Prophet Hosea's pain, The Pain he felt when God's Cries to his people went in vain. I hope that one day through her souls will be save, Now I am the Lamb that God must slaughter to win her heart a-wave, The day will come when her eyes fills with tears, Gone will I be then, Done my Work as God's Chosen One. She'll think back in year, Her torment will be this New Cross She bears, Her thoughts on God and me alone, In her age she will die a heart rendered, a-torn. But this will be a beautiful thing, For she will join me in True Paradise, And together with the Choirs of the Angels to our Lord and God Jesus Christ Shall we Joyfully sing! God Have Mercy on the Muslims and Lead them Back to you! I am your Instrument, Break my heart a'blue! I am your Chosen Emperor, Sent to Raise the Roman Catholic Faith! Subdue the House of Hagar, the 'Cross Bearers' shall definitely take! A gift to the Church a Muslim's Faith, Sometimes it is necessary on them a War we'd make! Amen!
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