(With all you selfish, dishonest people around, my truth will be defeated without a sound!)
There can be a multitude in ignorance
with no reason, astuteness or askance
Alleged greatness makes the largest sound
It is always the nearest thing around
in a night sky, where many truths die
And you can see, two millennia witnessed two biggest lies
No one had the spine to ask why
because bloodshed makes your defiance shy
Cross and crescent, what is left to be decent?
Our billions of people have belief in such descent
Shake your horizons and falling suns
The battle for truth was never won!
Tell that Dope Pope to go to Mecca out of his sinful desperation
and make the sharia law his newest commandment
We have Mohammad and we have jihad
swearing that all of us infidels are very bad!
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