I found myself on the edge of society,
beginning to exit the kingdom of man
and entering a realm more demonic and godly.
Smoke and ruins filled the surroundings and at last
sounds and sights began to fill my curious gaze.
From my position I observed as though through a looking glass.
Screeches from hags pierced through the air
as they ripped and chased the sorry souls
causing my heart to seize and fill with despair.
As I looked to the horizon, my sight was filled by false martyrs,
each pocket having varying punishments,
but the group closest seemed to be composed of followers of Islam.
These men in life, committed unspeakable crimes
at the promise of paradise and seventy-two virgins,
are now chased by the twisted forms of women at all times.
The cries of their numerous victims now dead
can be heard in the voices of the hags,
deafening each sinner’s ears till they bled.
Of these men, I see the hijackers from the memorable day
when thousands of innocents died
and when the twin towers gave way.
These men shout and curse their teacher,
Muhammad, as though the lives they took
were solely the fault of this preacher.
Because these souls destroyed and burned where others had stayed,
the ground is in flames and covered in ruble,
trapping them in the mess that they made.
(I just wanted to clarify that I have nothing against Islam as a religion, but these fanatics are murderers.) |