Islam at war from the beginning
I too want my forty virgins to slave
let the swords drip from the blood of Christians
and all my demons she'll save
tolerance isn't ever written in stone
let one woman lay with another
nor the offspring bred of such anger
one brother hates the other
which god will win the battlefield which
fathers son will kill his own
where did you say lays the peace
the love or where the blessed atone
anarchy arrives on the newest doorstep
and the willing soldiers lay in wait
I never have seen a man in robes but what
beneath he hides the hate
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