I turned like a flower to the sun,
And those noises roared like a breeze
against the windows of my soul;
Haven’t I been silently suffering their onslaught,
when my own voice was stolen
by marauders on the streets, shredding
the paper of my lyrics. This evil is no cavalry of
muslin-wrapped souls, but illegitimate
`mosque’itos fed with the radical horror
of taking over the world with their sheer numbers!
That’s why they don’t go to Qatar, but spread
like a plague around the world, where they do not
belong, but want to fill their discordant knives with for
posterity! Shame on the intelligentsia of the` politically
correct’ world for giving these weeds dignity, rather
than shame; albeit for its own morbid illegitimate survival
(read Democrats)! I know who funded the diaspora to
go to Israel and vote against my lion! I tell you most
solemnly Gadi Eisenkot, if you consort with these
weeds, I will make you suffer for eternity; like I will
anybody who seeks to manipulate, hijack or compromise my
will and loyalties. This I swear by my Godhood and the immensity
of my eternal sacrifice! I want all those `mosqueitos’ out of my
Israel and the West Bank!
