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I'm sick to the teeth of the news on the screenof hisbullah scum and jihad the obscenewhose men plant the bombs and then live feeling freeto watch women and children be killed on T.V.which satan delivers a child a death cursein the name of a worn out collection of verse
I've not read the book so I cannot recitebut I'd bet Salman Rushdie is just about rightunderneath the black cloud of islam
What kind of publicity needs so much bloodthat's not for some sad diablical godselling himself as a two-bit Macbethas the expect in sentencing cousins to deathand what kind of god can this be anywaythat you have to prostrate to him five times a daywith hate in your heart and a gun in your handis force the only thing to understandunderneath the black cloud of islam?and the butchers who've got all this blood on their handsare the ones who need god to be stood where he standsblessing this kidnapping, murder and warwith books written hundreds of ages beforeand woman in veils walking paces behinddoesn't sit easy in my mindit speaks of oppression and no other choicethat rigid compliance with the loudest voiceunderneath the black cloud of islam
You can put a lead bullet clean through this guitar'cos I'm not overjoyed with the story so farsharing a world with the nutters of godis as good as being six feet under the sodwords that are written are all here to sayand these are the latest there are anywayand I am the prophet so don't believe me
I'm the same as the old ones expect that I'm freeto give you a piece of my mind which is thisyou're the worst of jehovas blind witlessnesseswith your feet in the door of the deepest abysswhich is underneath the black cloud of islam
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