Great Warriors of ancient lands
Proudly spread your wings and
take your stand!
Rewards divine after 3 thousand years
Of fights, battles strife upon each of you
He will reward thy virtue
Allah! be praised
Death be praised!
strapped to your back,
Desire for his rewards, the bomber blows
higher than any before,
he shall be rewarded in heaven
With 6 virgins, or was it seven?
He claimed his prize
from the all wise
Allah! His great warriors with him
In heart and deed for HIS divine eyes to see
Salvation lies in the destruction of Infidels
and their seed.
(And no people, this was not written in any hateful manner toward
any religion- except for zealots, so don't blow up and start screaming)
And IF someone feels offended, I will take it off, no problem.)
Copyright © Amy Green | Year Posted 2014
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