Who is Hadad?
An Epic Poem on Islam
By Omar Bilal (Pen Name)
Table of Contents
Chapter 1… Only Love
Chapter 2… Care for One Another
Chapter 3… Divine Light
Chapter 4… Peaceful Love
Chapter 5… Human To Human Conversation
Chapter 6… Path of Ignorance
Chapter 7… Peace of Nature
Chapter 8… Can’t We Be Students
Chapter 9… Prophets Become Killed Then Dead
Chapter 10… Escaping From The Real
Chapter 11… Sincere Love
Chapter 12… Flourishing and Building
Chapter 13… Forgiveness
Chapter 14… Mahdi’s Thunder Strikes
Chapter 15… Iblis In Disguise
Chapter 16… Songs To Later Be Sung
Chapter 17… Hidden History’s Bells Rung
Chapter 18… A Soul’s Redemption
Chapter 19… What Freedom Really Means
Chapter 20… Facing The East
Dedicated to all questioning Muslims, wherever they may be
Truly I say, I write this not to have you insulted
For although against me many will have revolted
I write this because the ONLY way we can prevent world war three from being beckoned
Is if we have Muslims from all over the world have Islam deeply questioned
For surely World war three will START with the Zionists fighting the Muslims
And then later the atheists will viscously quarrel with the Christians
Yet since this will be a religious war, and since it will start with a Zionist and Muslim opposition
Then the only way for this to be avoided is for Islam to go through a very thorough inquisition
For surely World War 3 is coming, and in it we’ll barely cope
Yet in all sincerity, I find that the only hope
Is for questioning Muslims to stand up to the frightening deeds of the Islamic State
The same organization which has caused the world massive trouble as of late
Yet maybe there is no hope, for maybe it is destined for us to go to war and kill
Maybe the world does need a reset after all this hatred in our hearts has filled
Yet although several and many things will take place in the war, we must stop it before it even starts
And since the starting point is between Zionists and Muslims, we must find it in our calling hearts
To break the silence of ages old, so a new dawn of peace may reckon
So that our thirst for war and hatred in our hearts may finally lessen
For surely, since this is a religious war, and it starts between the Zionists and Muslims, then we must renew our sight
And take it upon ourselves to open Islam to a new form of understanding, through an inquisition’s light
I can’t speak for the Zionists, as I am not one of them, and I am one amongst you
Who’s stating out clearly what he believes is true
So that possibly, thousands upon millions won’t in vain die
All because reforming our thoughts on Islam, is something we will never try
Yet maybe it is all hopeless, maybe a war is inevitable indeed
Maybe once Allah has stamped upon the heart of a Muslim, with that everlasting creed
Then saying anything of criticism will be that of utmost blasphemy
Even though that’s the ONLY way to avoid the third world war’s calamity
Who is Hadad?: An Epic Poem on Islam
Islam is beautiful, that is true
Into it we’ve been raised, me and you
We’ve been taught since youth to obey its teachings
So that one day and of age we’d do the preaching
Deeper into its lessons we’ve been entrenched
Remembering Allah everywhere, even on a beautiful park’s bench
So dear it is to our hearts, for never will we let it go
Astray we may have been from its path, yet we go to and fro
It’s hard to understand that one day we may have doubts
Of the religion of Islam, from which our conscience sprouts
Learning from traveling abroad to the freedom of knowledge and the internet
Losing our faith with knowledge, more and more do we fret
In our hearts is a burden, something we can’t deny
Being a sceptic after an absolute creationist, we wished we would die
Yet still inside we persevere to see a shining day
One that just might dissipate our doubts away
Sometimes in the face of knowledge ignorance is forced to fade
Holding on to Islamic faith may be good but it may just keep us in the shade
If only we can erase all knowledge we’ve learnt online
So that we wouldn’t have to face reality and keep seeking signs
So hard I’ve tried to keep my faith in Islam strong
I’m sure you have too by humming religious songs
Yet in the face of the twenty first century we must learn to adapt
By writing and drawing and singing, even if it’s singing rap
In our hearts exists massive expression wishing to be shed
Yet Islam teaches of its blasphemy and then we wish we’re dead
Generation after generation, questioning Islam has been a sin
But without criticism, how can we improve the state we’re in?
I dream of a day when scholars can speak their minds of whatever they please
Be it education or religion, so that our children can be at ease
For if we can’t learn to grow, question and learn
How can we feel life’s purpose, keep our heads high and firm?
Maybe freedom of expression is dangerous in Muslim countries
Maybe it’s always been so down the centuries
But there is a hope and we can’t deny its existence
A hope that lies inside despite a fear’s resistance
It has fallen upon us to place within us a trust
One that could free us all, one that we must
Use to reform Islam in a way which allows freedom
A freedom that loves life rather than martyrdom
Groups such as the Islamic State places us in a depression
If it conquers all we will all face a great regression
A great suppression of the inner desire to express
To express ourselves through arts, be they of beauty or mess
Art is an important tool, as vital as science has been
To discharge our joys and sorrows, smiles and grins
We do that by revealing the spirits of our hearts, thoughts in our minds
Thoughts that can turn to ideas and debate, from which prosperity shall shine
There is hope for Islam, and I truly believe that’s true
I dream of an Islam that can be greater for me and you
But is that so, when it comes to the knowledge I’ve found?
Having learnt this, into a deep sorrow I’ve entered, dark and confound
I am contradicting myself, but that is just fine
But back to the point, how can a cult be defined?
Is not that first condition, that once you’re in, there’s no way out?
Even more than that, emulating all actions and words from a man’s body and mouth?
Cults make blood oaths, that once you enter, leaving is impossible
Turning your back on it is far from probable
What kills me the most, is that this closely resembles Islam
The death penalty for apostasy in Islam, is far more grieving than eating pork and ham
Will you excuse my innocence, when I ask how that is of mercy?
How leaving a certain faith can lead to a fate so deadly?
If this is to be the religion of peace, then freedom is also a factor
Will we rob our children from all their laughter?
In the Christian faith, because it has passed its inquisition
The main point of it is not war, and a relentless mission
It has evolved enough to not associate death with any action
That’s why on their countries we don’t need to place any sanctions
Muslims believe that one should never betray the creed
The voice of a lost, confused poet, will you not heed?
We always assume we know what’s best for our daughters and sons
But if we PUT them on a road, rather than on the crossroads, how will they be free to chase any sun?
It’s infinitely sad to know that curious Muslims are constrained
Kept in the dark, all their voices gone in vain
They try to break the cycle of the lack of questioning
Yet still they are in the prison of the mind, with suffering beckoning
How will a society ever flourish if no debate is aroused?
How will we see the stars beneath constricting, dark clouds?
When will there be a day, when the miserable silence is broken?
When will we ever speak the words that were never spoken?
In the depths of hell Muslims descend, towards involuntary extremism
Something which is inevitable when apostasy is considered an evil treason
Something which naturally comes when we’re not allowed to leave Islam
Am I wrong for saying the words that define who I am?
Some trapped Muslims are staring at the rain, behind the closed window and window pane
Wondering what truths exist beyond Islam, yet they refrain with withering pain
Knowing that at the surface of the cage, the locked door closed by apostasy’s penalty
Will never be opened as misery has become his destiny
To what lengths must a heartbroken Muslim strive to be born once again
As someone of a different religion and ideology, so that his would will send
To a higher plane of awareness, for his spirit to ascend
So that the curious child within him will once again mend?
Our children are crying within, being forced upon a single path
The spiritual state of the child is obvious, if we but do the math
His vision of life will be singular, coming from a singular holy book
Instead of seeing with his mind, only with his eyes does he look
Apostasy being dealt with by a death penalty is the greatest form of monstrosity
Removing from the innocent eyes of children the chance at liberty
Keeping them behind prison bars stored within their minds
With the locked door of apostasy at the top, they no longer wish to climb
Some Muslims will claim, that if apostasy were allowed, corruption will spread
But what if our current Muslim youth already wished they were dead?
Although not apparent, deep down, they know that life appeals to them not
As they thrive in their social rankings, while deep down they begin to rot
What separates the beauty of a religion from the evil of a cult
And nay will I ever dare to inspire insult
Is that a religion inspires life while a cult inspires death
If Islam is a religion, then why do we crave martyrdom with every breath?
What I fear above all things in this life
What scares me more than a bleeding knife slashing me strife
Is a day when Muslims take their own lives in the millions
When they are either faced with danger or they realize that Islam is a cult of oblivion
Muslims will tell me that I have gone insane
That there must be demons dancing about in my brain
I wish I could believe that were true, but when I connect all the floating dots
The giant lies of Islam I so clearly, visibly spot
If only there were some way to forget the facts I’ve learned
To restore the ignorant bubble of Islam around me giving me a comfort I’ve so long yearned
Yet the erasing of facts and knowledge is but an impossibility
I write all of this not to challenge but to diffuse responsibility
I diffuse responsibility when I write the things others may not have the courage to write
This is not just blowing off steam but rather stating what I believe is right
The voices of questioning Muslims remain so deep in the dark and from reach afar
Even though I know they exist, I still don’t know who they are
Muslims spend time with one another speaking of politics and soccer
Yet when religion is brought up the debate never goes any farther
We’ve been taught never to debate about religion, as that would raise doubts
Do you see what I mean when I say there’s no way out?
Our true thoughts about Islam lie deep in our minds, a place so dark
Yet if we don’t express them there will be no spark
A society will only spring into being when it brings forth debate
For that will lead us to new heights despite the possible hate
Whenever Muslims criticize Islam and talk of it a lot
All trained Muslims and scholars will say, “I take refuge in Allah!”
But if there is no freedom to state what you truly believe
Then a higher state of consciousness we will never receive
In a regular Muslim household there is a general sense of silence
In children, who try not to speak of the glories of science
For that will bring forth the possibility of apostasy
And that to Muslim parents is far from reality
Children were created by God to love life, seek and explore
Not to hate other races and religions and to detest their principle cores
Love is the key element to bring a child to live
Instead of taking holy lands and other rights, they should be taught to give
It is hard to live in a world with billions of people
If we forever raise the next generation of children to hate, for that will cripple
Their ability to prosper, grow, transcend and express
To ask God, out of love, to save us from this mess
Down the generations we have gone, teaching hate further and further down
Whenever a Jew is mentioned to a Muslim, or vice versa, inevitable is a frown
With this many people spreading hatred upon the Earth
We may as well raise the flag and await the planet’s rebirth
There must be room for some way and some how
To put an end to this hatred right here and right now
For Buddha’s cycle of suffering has never been so real
What must a humble, pleading poet do to help us heal?
Must I run the streets with a banner depicting our doom?
But that will only force me into a loony bin’s room
We are running short of time, yet we still commit the same mistakes
How far will we go for peace, what chances will we take?
Is it not right, for in such grave times, to be flexible?
When one joins Islam, must it really be irreversible?
I know it’s hard to let go of your loved ones and let them be, so
If they see a light in another religion, let them go, let them go
No matter how much we may be smart and wise
We can never really know what appeals to our children’s eyes
Their views on the world and life may be different from yours
When you repress their ideas on the world, it’s the sky that cries and the rain that pours
Amongst the scariest things in the world is always change
So we keep our children akin to our beliefs and place them in a cage
Because change frightens us, we want to keep everything the same
And when I say truths like this, I do feel ashamed to reveal my true name
The Prophet Muhammed said that amongst many, there will always be at least one hypocrite
Hypocrites like me may be in the dark, but do you expect me to just sit
And ignore all of the lies that forever stab my sight?
How far are we willing to venture to catch a reviving light?
How would I want to have kids, if I know that they’ll endure the same lies I’ve seen?
How can I bear a child and watch him go to the same dark places I’ve been?
Why would I bring a child into a world where mental freedom doesn’t exist?
Why would I procreate, if the world will automatically place around them a mist?
Once I have ventured to the Western side of the world
My mind descended and fell down an eternal twirl
For everything the East has taught me of the evil of the West
Were all lies in the end, even though I tried to believe in them my best
Sure freedom of speech may have its various imperfections
Ranging from crimes to robberies and erotic video sessions
Yet at the end of the day, before they all fall asleep
They know that throughout the day, they’ve revealed their true selves, and the thoughts that lie in the deepest of the deep
Sometimes Muslims like me would say, if freedom of speech is allowed in the East
Civil Wars would rage all throughout, or in the very least
Honour killing would occur in the name of opposing beliefs
What must a poet do to bring this world relief?
I understand, and we all do, that freedom of speech is dangerous
It may appear as complete blasphemy, ugly and heinous
Yet why must we continue the cycle of brainwashing our children?
Oh God, the one True God, will you guide us from the state we’re in?
A child’s mind is still unripe and he must be free to choose
Yet forcing beliefs into his head, brainwashing him, will not allow him to take the cruise
That will venture him through his young years towards his final beliefs
The final beliefs that should naturally find him of adulthood, in the time when ended is his grief
The mind of a child is a beautiful miracle, fragile and pure
Open and observant to the world, bringing their parents a cure
Delighting them with their presence, one of God’s creation
God, who inspires us to put thoughts through revelation
If a child questions his religion, why not let him be?
Let him form his own opinion and character, set him free
From the bondage of 1,400 years worth of indoctrination
Allow your children to have all thoughts go through instigation
And if that child decides to leave the religion, then just let him go
This will not lead to corruption, but to liberation, if only you know
That the child is naturally apt to be receptive to all
So imposing our beliefs upon the child will lead to his or her spirit’s fall
It may be asked, why do I continually speak of the child?
It’s because the indoctrination of the child is still mild
However for the last generation of adults, it is very severe
And if we adults lose our faith after all the training, then the loss of our sanity do I fear
Let us heal our people with the possibility of a brighter tomorrow
One when we can forget our eternal past hatreds and alleviate our sorrows
One where a utopia has a chance of existing
A world in which only love is consisting
I know that we hate the Jews and the Zionists
And that it’s only the spilling of their blood that will bring us bliss
Yet at the end, all that really happens is that all will die
The women will suffer and the children will cry
The problem lies not in the events of the distant past
It’s in the present when humans die in nuclear blasts
How many Jews and Muslims must die before we finally awaken?
And see that fighting for one land has the whole world depressed and emotionally shaken?
If a religion is made to divide us then it is not a religion at all
It is only a cult with a leader whose dream is to have us crawl
Hopelessly and aimlessly following his personal whims
As we cease to sing in rejoice and participate in war hymns
Islam may appear as a religion but in a cultic state it’s been
As said before, it is cultic because you can’t leave once you’re in
But more than that, it is constantly emulate and imitate
The Prophet Muhammad, so to a cult can Islam very closely relate
If you feel I wish to offend, then far are you from what’s true
As I’ve said, I only want a better world for me and you
But how can that happen if we’re but caged
In a 1,400 year old building rage, until death comes by age?
If only one can remain in the arms of his mother
As she cradles him, teaching the same stories of betrayers witnessing thunder
Yet with age and knowledge that possibility is no longer there
Must a poet remain silent about the anticipated future and just numbingly stare?
In the Hadith we are taught to emulate Muhammad’s every action
Until our actions have no meaning and are only reactions
To certain events and happenings in our lives having us parrot
The collection of sayings of a single man, but can we ever start to dare it?
A religion must be a possibility for us to put it into good use
Not forced into us directly or indirectly for that would be child abuse
Something Richard Dawkins is right about, there is no doubt
How can we sleep at night, if we teach our children there’s no way out?
Cults usually refer to its leader as a perfect man
A person to whom praiseworthy songs are constantly sang
Someone whose rights lie above everyone else, all others
Islam so closely resembles this that it has me smothered
Are such truths on the tips of all Muslim tongues?
Are we all afraid to speak the truths that facts have sung?
Is it that we’re so afraid to go against our Imams and Sheikhs?
For when the truths are said, all threads of peace immediately break?
Shall we forever remain slaves to an All-Powerful rock god?
Have I just said what I said, oh boy do I feel odd
If me being killed after I’ve spoken falsehoods will bring justice
Then I will gladly offer my life, but am I lying by saying just this?
Would I be mad to say that Allah is not the same as the God Christians worship?
If you could prove me wrong then from this assumption will I gladly forfeit
Why is it that when Christians pray, they pray to the horizons of the East to God who permeates all things?
And why is it that Muslims always pray towards the Black Stone believing that from it inspiration will spring?
Have I lost my mind for saying the truths, which to others, only appear to be right?
Or has everyone else lost their minds for defending lies even if they have to force a fight?
Have I lost my sanity for speaking what lies in the core root of my thoughts?
Am I evil for chasing the truth I’ve so long sought?
The next thing I am about to say will be very displeasing indeed
To Allah I may commit the worst of the worst of deeds
But why is it that I cry when I am faced with real evidence?
Of dark truths of Islam, of which I ask Allah for comforting providence
Saying this will anger many but that is not my goal
Whenever I hug a Muslim, I embrace his or her love in whole
But must I remain silent after all the facts I’ve come to see?
So that our future generations will have to gather up the courage to say this, so that they’ll be set free?
The old holy texts of the Bible contain three enigmatic symbols
Looking at those symbols, understanding their true meaning, my mind goes into limbo
This piece of knowledge comes not from me but from a man named Walid Shoebat
After reading his works, horror filled my heart and numbness embraced my legs, even as I sat
Those three symbols are named Chi, Xi and Stigma, which by themselves my faith was harmed
Besides adding up to the number 666, through Gematria, something else had me alarmed
For some odd reason, the apostle writing that verse, wrote the symbols in Arabic
But that by itself did not state my final verdict
Those symbols, if mirrored and rotated in a certain way
Will say the Arabic words, “In the Name of Allah”, but there’s more to say
The final symbol is drawn as two crossing swords, the same symbol that represents Arabia
Having gained this knowledge, I’ve went into some kind of hysteria
The hysteria lasted for about an hour, I laughed so hard I almost choked
To know that my whole life from A to Z was only but a joke
After the laughing I began to cry, tears covered my entire face
And all senses of Islamic comfort within me left without a trace
I guess it’s natural in life for us to one day reassess our beliefs
To maybe lose our faith and drown in endless grief
Yet I’ve learnt that no matter how shattered our faith may be
There is always a chance to construct a new world for your eyes to see
I mean this when I say this and I cry while I do
That I wish I believed Islam is as true as me and you
Yet I’ve realized that the Antichrist of Islam is not a human but only a concept in abstract
The Antichrist is in and of itself knowledge, does that not appear as an open fact?
Ideologies always take forms as either a cult or as a religion
Christianity has changed from a cult to a religion by passing through the Inquisition
There is a chance for Islam to change if we but allow our young men and women to ask
Whatever they want about religion and theology without placing over them a mask
If this is allowed, then those that leave the religion will be free to chase their own life’s standing
And those who remain in Islam will be in it with love and with understanding
This way we may liberate our souls from a constant mental oppression
How can an innocent poet live any longer by having his opinions in repression?
What’s heartbreaking to me is that we’re all taught that all life’s questions only have answers
In a single holy book, the Koran, meaning there is no point in going after
Answers to life that exist in millions of other books
Will we not teach our children to see rather than just look?
I dream of a day when all of the Koran’s words aren’t taken as literally true
That there are flexible ways of reading it so that we can breed a new
Generation that is taught that truths can be found everywhere and that truth is subjective
Should not chasing such a goal be our main objective?
Another goal, and this is important, is to not teach our children that martyrdom is rewarded with heaven
Is it not rational to think that killing yourself in the Name of Allah will lead you down the layers of Hell, all the seven?
We must teach our children to live in the way of Allah if you still want Islam to be beautiful
Correct me if I’m wrong, and please do, but does that not seem to be far more suitable?
Our next generation can’t handle being taught one thing by their parents and then having the internet teach them something otherwise
Would that not only bring some sort of schizophrenia to their innocent eyes?
If Islam can’t learn to change by removing all aspects of it that are hateful
Then how far gone is a utopia in which we can be grateful?
Martin Luther King had a dream and it was great
He has resolved most racial conflict and cured the hate
But can a poet also have dreams, as delicate and fragile as they may be?
The dreams inspired into him by the sight of clouds and seas, grass and trees?
Religion has always been some of the core roots of political conflict
This may have eluded humanity far more than just a con’s trick
The Hamas-Israeli war reflects this in an unseen certain way
It’s fine if you deny this, I respect your opinion, reject this as much as you may
Politics is a sensitive subject so I won’t be toying with that
But do let me share my dreams of religion so that you may know where I’m at
Is it not wrong to one day, in some distant and unknown time
See that loving instead of hating a Jew isn’t that much of a crime?
We may have hundreds of reasons so that to the Jews and not an ounce of forgiveness will we lend
But if the hatreds of hundreds of past years don’t stop, how in heaven’s name will the wars ever end?
It is realistically, crystal clear to know that if we can’t learn to live side by side
Then we will, and this is a fact, continue to mourn the thousands that will die
This is not a matter of past hatreds or future fears
This is about men and women dying and children in tears
They fight the wars that greedy leaders with a certain agenda
Use their people as war slaves, filling their head with perpetual propaganda
If it were true that chopping my limbs off would end this madness
This constant bloodshed and unbearable sadness
Then I wouldn’t think twice if it means having our children see a better day
One when they don’t continue our wars, and just go out, and peacefully play
But chopping my limbs off won’t do anything, it’s only a metaphor
That’s what I’m writing for, and writing more and more
So that I can inspire people to raise up to a higher level of spirituality
To bring a light to the world I dream of, one of a greater reality
Something else that places my heart in the core of the dark
Something that has placed on all our hearts a certain mark
That represents a seal and locks our hearts from an enlightening feeling
This is something with which the whole world is dealing
Countless prophets have come before us, offering us messages inspired by God
Many of them accused of witchcraft and others of fraud
Yet in the end, at least humans all across the lands
Had someone at a higher spiritual state to hold their hands
However sadly, a binding seal has been placed 1,400 years ago
One that has not allowed the nature of humanity to peacefully flow
A certain idea that put us all under a spell of remaining unaware
A specific fact that people don’t see or are just afraid to share
I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again
You would be a fool to think that I mean to offend
But the hypnosis of mankind has grown very, very great
And there is only one undoubted claim putting us in that state
A long time ago, some time when the Prophet Muhammed instated his prophet hood
Something that has been accepted across all people of that time, in every neighbourhood
A claim that the Prophet Muhammed is the last prophet, there is no doubt
Now do you understand when I say there’s no way out?
With people firmly believing that across every country and nation
Believing that the Prophet Muhammed is the Last Prophet of all creation
There is a sudden seal upon the people in their hearts
Must a humble poet cry his whole existence apart?
By sealing prophet hood and not allowing any other prophet to emerge
How can there ever be a man becoming with God converged?
To bring us a newer message inspired by God, appropriate to our current times
I do wish for a new prophet and that is why I scribble down these hopeful rhymes
Imagine a world where new men take a stand and reveal to us all God-inspired writings
I know that to many, that prophet would be a madman, his ideas stifling
Yet at least there would be a chance for people to find guidance from a man in times that are current
A man who may see God in some place or time and lead us with a language so fluent
I am aware that in such a scientific era there is no place for such men
For people who recite prayers while we say Amen
But at least people will be free of a world where newer prophets can never come into being
Are you only looking into my dreams or into them are you seeing?
Freedom of speech and the freedom of expression
Are always the two things that will bring a society progression
For with public opinion, be it of criticism or praise
A society will see unfathomed lights and healthy children will we raise
If life could be explained in a few words
Then it would mean freedom of speech all over the world
One free of the massive suffering of mental enslavement
Where along the streets is drawn beautiful calligraphy, even on pavements
The words ‘blasphemy’ and ‘bigotry’ were always only set
By cult leaders rather than prophets before us with ill mindsets
If a religion can’t teach us to be loving of all others
Then how will we ever learn to care for one another?
Beyond that, there is a deep working in the Muslim psyche
One that reminds me of the leader of the Third Reich
This element that ultimately divides the world in unseen ways
Something that never dies out and in our minds it relentlessly stays
Must a poet be harmed for crying out to the skies?
Crying for some sort of awakening to come upon our eyes?
But the words of bleeding Muslim poets are always kept in the dark
People think we wish to offend, when all we want is that spark
That spark represents the activation of nerves in our minds
An ascending of our souls and an allowance of our spirits to shine
A spark only lit by the liberation of age old lies
A spark which without, we really might as well die
Innocence in these times is always equated with bigotry
As its words never fit their religious system and symmetry
The symmetry set merely by a man who only wishes to rule all
Until the end of time, as a Last Legend, until God’s Grace calls
Everyone wants to be noticed and to have their voices heard
By forming an everlasting cult and breeding people in herds
Converting people by force and waging war against apostasy
Until all betrayers’ souls ascend or descend from reality
Everyone wants to be heard, and very especially, writers
And definitely poets, with rhymes that create restless fighters
Sometimes fighters for good, but in the case of the Prophet of Islam
His goal was to create a soulless martyr of who I am
Soulless may be a big word but it has deeper meaning
Towards the truth of Chi, Xi, Stigma are you now leaning?
For if those symbols mean both ‘666’ and ‘In the Name of Allah”
Could it be that we’ve been praying to a heathen deity after all?
The most inconvenient truth about this world and its state
Is that reality itself has become too painful with which to relate
People will make up excuse after excuse to have their beliefs justified
Must a poet destroy his reputation to have things rectified?
Do you foolishly think that I am just too arrogant to believe in Islam’s teachings?
Do you think that I enjoy crossing the lines I’m breaching?
Do you think that my loss of faith has been something of enjoyment?
Do you think I can live with myself if I can’t rant truths important?
Will we continue to accept things that appeal only to our side?
And constantly reject all other issues from which we hide?
Will we continue only to hear our side of things?
Will we not even try to venture to the other side of the ring?
Islam is just like a cell membrane and a selective one indeed
It always allows in only pro-Islamic words while others it does not heed
It keeps taking in anything that coincides with its agenda
And it chases everything else out the placenta
Mentioned in Psychology related to this is a key term
Confirmation Bias, something of which we should all learn
Its meaning expresses that our beliefs take in only what it desires
And anything else is rejected, or better yet, it is someone who has conspired
The most saddening thing about us Muslims
Something that has caused a paranoid type of conundrum
Is our constant formation of Conspiracy Theories of all things insulting
And from them masses of us run the streets revolting
A bubble we are in, separating ourselves from the blasphemies of the West
Teaching our children of their evil and that Imams know best
When they make prayers to Allah, they do so to bring destruction to their lands
And more importantly, fear to their hearts, do you not understand?
Could there be a reason for all the Western Metal and Rock Musicians expressing desires for suicide?
Could it not be that a heathen deity’s hex has all their souls in divide?
Splitting their realities in two, leading to a rise in mental illness
In the end, could it be of a black magic’s malevolent sickness?
From the depths of Hell we have all arisen
For within its lurking our times have been living
Our hearts heel the illusory comfort coming from religion
Yet hard headed reality cuts with its cold incision
It’s as though I’ve been split right in two
One part of me disbelieving and another just like you
We’ve been raised to hold that absolution exists in the Koran
Yet the internet shows us peaceful passages from the Bible and Torah
The globalization of the world puts us in a position
To allow only man-made law to let the freedom to practice any religion
For when a government is ruled by apparently good Divine Law
Beheadings will occur while our people stand in delusory awe
Two people are inside of me, clashing together
Drifting me far from a unified soul, forever and ever
Yet the schizophrenia was inevitable as indoctrination clashes with age
Blood from my eyes fill every last hurtful page
Man-made secular law ought to govern, ruled by good men
Promoting physical and mental freedoms, for that is worth an amen
Truly I say, from within the words I’ve always said
Without freedom of speech, we really may as well be dead
It is argued, that freedom of speech in the East could be a catastrophe
With the streets filled with people yelling out “Blasphemy!”
Yet is there any hope for it to be peacefully implemented?
Without freeing words to be forced to be swiftly repented?
I don’t blame the East for not having freedom of speech
For if it happens, complete destruction would it reach
Yet why is that so, that Arabs continually kill those in opposition?
Must a poet lose all of his sanity’s disposition?
I dream of a day when Arab Muslims can learn to raise consciousness
To sit together not only on the table of brotherhood but of heartedness
To debate and discuss important matters in theology’s field
To the hands of Satan will we blindly yield?
Although not apparent, the voices of questioning Muslims are kept very deep within
Fearing that if questions are revealed they’d be accused of sin
Even more than that, forced to feel shameful and guilty
I ask such Muslims, “Of what nature has God built thee?”
The nature of such Muslims is curious and thirsty for knowledge
Yet all their thoughts of liberty lie in mind’s storage
Becoming buried deeper and deeper until humanity disappears
Oh God, oh God, when will Jesus reappear?
I am not trying to explicitly prove Islam is a lie
For with that and revealing my name, I would surely die
What must a poet do to reshape our thoughts on Islam
When connecting all the dots, how can I just not give a damn?
Maybe it’s for emotional survival, that Muslims never ask questions
For if Islam is false in their eyes, lost is their redemption
One they’ve been holding on to since their early childhood
Yet could it be that Islamic teachings aren’t at all that good?
Must I shout out at the skies and what lies beyond
Singing verses of religions, every last song
Calling to the one True God to deliver us from this depression
To remove of us the fear of religious transgression?
Life is infinitely vast in every direction
Yet cut is our reality with religious dissection
One dividing the real from what lies in Holy stories
What accusations of blasphemy out there await for me?
I dream of a day when all ideologies of religion are cancelled
For peace with such action will be handled
By allowing philosophies of God only to govern our thoughts
Let me explain to you a utopic world for which I’ve forever fought
What separates a philosophy from an ideology
Is that it is not legal and systematic and covers all reality
On the sole concept of only God himself, nothing added
It’s the religious laws themselves that has us saddened
Imagine a world governed not by religion, but only philosophies
Philosophies of God in which we can modify playfully
By adding new experiences to perception, our viewpoints grow
Making God even more beautiful in our eyes, from which great action will sow
Philosophies are better than ideologies in that they don’t take form
They encompass all things, the seen and the unknown
While to Islam, the unknown is attributed all to Satan
Can’t you see how Islam is an inverted religion?
The word inverted itself may sound scary in totality
I will definitely be accused of irrationality
But isn’t it true that Islam opposes all forms of inner nature?
It seems that it opposes all the Bible’s core legislatures
When I say opposes its nature, it’s deeper than it seems
Knowledge beyond Islam it has forever deemed
To be of utmost blasphemy, its words never to be heard
Do you see what I mean when I say Islam breeds blind herds?
Books are many, ranging from every single topic
From philosophies to science dealing with animals in the tropic
Explaining to us the rationality in only seeing reality
As a source from which to define all our moralities
Why do we all assume that rationality all comes from a single book?
The ignorance of us has this whole world mentally shook
By seeing us burn down embassies over silly cartoons
By telling Salman Rushdie that forever is he lethally doomed
If we were a religion of understanding and peace
Then why does the violent shouting of “Allahu Akbar” never cease?
Anything opposing Islam must be reacted with by a death threat
Upon the whole world barbaric laws have we set
If we are to be religiously calm and theologically inspired
Then why from the idea of the West’s destruction do we never get tired?
Why is it that only Islam deserves to be spread all over the globe?
Until all women wear Abayas and men wear white robes?
Don’t you see the pattern forever going on?
Depicting thousands of previous religions having gone wrong?
All the former religions with inherent destructive concepts
Were cleansed from the Earth and all embraced a reset
This reset happens all the time as cults form and leave
An ounce of peace will we not try to retrieve?
For in the midst of darkness, it is only actions that will liberate
What must a poet do to make your thoughts instigate?
The Prophet Muhammad obviously only wanted fame
He wanted eternity itself to sing his name
That is why he claims the Koran is of absolute perfection
And that’s why he claims he’s the Last Prophet of all generations
Could it be that although he may have appeared kind?
That within him exists a person of a different kind?
For all great writers such as Muhammed deal with some kind of Bipolar
Only in spreading his own ideas was he an explorer
To vast lands beyond, he has spread his ideology
To conquer everything under his name was his greatest goal and fantasy
For the lust of power is an inevitable instinct within us all
Yet even knowing this, towards a singular man’s dreams do we crawl
Although Islam claims that non-followers of Islam are hypocritical
It is us Muslims ourselves who’ve been hypocrites and radicals
Hypocrites in the sense that we remain obedient to Allah by the sight of day
Yet by night, we ignore its teachings and go far astray
We Muslims ourselves are hypocrites, praising Allah while all are watching
Yet at night we secretly blaspheme and go about fornicating
Bob Marley is right, when he said that hypocrites are everywhere
Into the whims of the unknown I daringly, fearlessly stare
Yet this hypocrisy is not out of evil but rather out of deep shame
For if they reveal blasphemies by day, destroyed is his name
People would back talk about his stupidity and destroy his reputation
Can’t you feel now how Arab Muslim countries are in spiritual stagnation?
Beyond the shame, hypocrisy is forced out of a major fear
A fear that terrorized our hearts through every year
Reminding us that criticizing Islam is of the greatest atrocities
Such horror forces us into the sly hands of hypocrisies
Muslims everywhere want to speak out and I’ve already said this
This long poem is not just aimed to inspire but also to reminisce
Upon the events in Islamic history that causes me deep grief
Writing it is not to invoke questioning not only to bring me relief
Sometime long ago, after Muhammad’s short life span
Came Abu Bakr, who led people under Islam
There came a time when he was faced with thousands of apostates
In a distant land, where in his land he spread the laws of his Islamic state
Abu Bakr carried out an action, according to Islamic Divine Law
In which he should kill apostates wherever he saw
So as to exact Allah’s revenge upon those who betray
And make the word of Allah forever to stay
The apostates of that nation previously left Islam and its Caliphate
Islam wishing to kill them really makes me sad of it
For apostasy is seen as the vilest form of transgression
One that requires a blade or a weapon’s intercession
Even though the apostates have left all, at least they minded their own business
They formed their own country, finding new ways to form bliss
Yet under Islam’s Law, their death and slaughter is surely correct
For in the Name of Allah, death belongs to all betraying sects
And so they were murdered, every last one of them
And so their homes were and their nature burned, all plants and growing stems
Annihilation belongs to all those breaching Allah’s red lines
Can’t you detect a heathen deity at work, can’t you see the signs?
For as time passes, so will ultimate truths come out
From heightened consciousness, will the skies clear and healthy trees sprout
Yet the world chases fantasy over reality, ignorance over knowing
Knowing the little connecting lines that keeps this life flowing
For in the depths of Hell, there is also a beaming form of light
Despite anguish and suffering, it shall lead us to what’s right
Guiding us from the chains long locked since 1,400 years
Such a hopeful light within darkness brings to my eyes tears
It teaches me that the One True God places us in all these tests
Trialing us through hatreds and fears, horrors and regrets
Yet why is it that we are failing them all, every last one?
Must the Divine Light we continually and forever shun?
If God places us in tests, then the tests are quite clear
And these tests are deeper than just avoiding sex and beer
The ultimate test has to do with beating witchcraft and Satan
The truth about what this test is has everyone denying and hating
The role of Satan, and that of the fallen angel Iblis
Call him Diabolis if you may, yet the fact remains that he continues to release
Upon us the greatest lie that humanity has ever come to known
Why is it that we refrain whenever truths are shown?
Besides deceiving us, Satan has a very severe form of megalomania
A being of extreme self-importance, spread all over Arabia
But people have no clue, how Satan’s wheels are turning
To an enlightened new land will we be returning?
This self-importance, has to do with claiming one to have a god’s status
What I’m about to say will be heard as completely blasphemous
But what is the ultimate deception, lies within the name Allah itself?
There’s a certain mystery in that Name hidden from all bookshelves
Allah does not literally mean ‘The God’, but only illiterally
Although the name may appear lit and of great felicity
What if we are fooled by language’s subtle design
What if the efficient possibilities of Arabic poetry has controlled our minds?
The best way for Satan to control you, it to have you believe he’s God
Yet if Allah illiterally means ‘The God’, don’t you find it odd
That this linguistic deception has over a billion Muslims fooled
Into learning the wrong information about Allah in every school?
Although this may sound as a very unpleasant surprise
One that would bring rage into our brainwashed eyes
Is that Allah is probably not the God of Moses, Jesus and Abraham
Must we follow Satan’s footsteps until all is damned?
God in the Bible and Torah is only an idea and a concept
Yet Islam’s god isn’t a concept, but only a name that steps
On the plains of all corners of our innocent awareness
Making us pray to a named god, Allah, instead of a conceptual God preached by the faithful Moses
What separates a conceptual God from a god that is named
It’s that a conceptual God cannot by the mind be tamed
He permeates all, spreading through all spiritual space
Not leaving on Earth an idol, or some mundane physical trace
This is not however, the case with the Almighty Allah
By historical evidence, he is a rock god once beside the goddess Allat
Salman Rushdie wrote not a novel to provoke anger and hatred
He meant to invoke, inspire a debate so sacred
If Allah, according to the Koran, permeates the West and East
If he is the all-permeating god, then in the least
A direction of prayer must be aimed not towards the Ka’abah’s Supreme Rock Deity
A place where all unheard prayers are sang in piety
The madness is extreme, going on in untold lengths
All I ask God, is to give me the strength
Not to have falsehood upon my lips and tongue
Is it not innocence in my heart that through my lips be sung?
The concept of the rock god may not be accepted
For true light on blind eyes will be deflected
People still wage wars for Holy Lands, so that God will grant the favour
Yet in rationality’s eyes and in God’s, guerrilla warriors must have Hell to saviour
We assume that God wants us to fight wars in his name
Yet our eyes and his cannot see the same
How can we not see that God’s trial is for us to make peace?
Oh God, oh God, when will this madness ever cease?
Must millions die in the name of Holy Texts
For us to realize that we’ll only continue to dissect
Our nations into bits and pieces of borders separating
Our children from one another, will you not start awakening?
What God sees is not what you can ever see
So stop thinking your Holy Acts will save you and me
We are only undermining the Earth’s ability to once again recover
From all the horrors men’s hearts have lethally uncovered
The one thing I can never wrap around my brain
Something placing in my heart great disdain
Is that people fight for Holy Lands in the name of liberty
While their children’s minds drive far from sanity
No matter what the case may be
And this is something by now you must see
Is that hatred and war can never be justified
Yet we still even do it in God’s name, have we forever lost our minds?
Will the hypnosis and spells from hatreds age old
Have our souls offered to the Devil then sold?
Until lost is every last bit of our humanity?
Yet we still foolishly think religion contains morality?
Must the Earth end and the skies to darkness fade
Must countless die in our childish, pathetic raids
Until a breaking of this spell is cleared from our spirits
Do you notice the bird flocks crying, can you hear it?
No matter what the case, be it future fear or past hatreds
A war and violence can never be considered by God sacred
In the depths of Hell Earth descends because of people’s evil whims
Must we witness our children being torn off every limb?
For if the madness does not end and it forever continues
If the words of others carry an instilling pure hatred in you
Then the final days of the Earth shall dawn upon us all
The days before darkness we just can’t stand tall
For with the stars that shine bright up in the sky
The wonders of reality that light up despite lies
There are wonders that plead to raise inspiration
One that transcends the wars of emotional stagnation
For with the dynamics of street cars passing by
Reminding us of a technological era we can’t deny
We are reminded of the work of humans brought together
To bring us ease by uniting our dreams’ endeavours
Despite all the potential we have as human beings
Our abilities of thinking, reflecting and seeing
We throw out our talents, as Einstein once said
By succumbing to the Devil’s wars until all are dead
Islam, or at least Sheikhs, teach us what is negative
Their constant preaching act as brainwashing sedatives
To the eyes of the youth sitting in the mosques at Friday Prayer
Learning that those who don’t love martyrdom are betrayers
Constantly in mosques and on Islamic TV channels
The main concept in which they discuss and handle
Is the importance of martyrdom and dying for Islam
Yet can’t we see that this all may be some sort of political scam?
As I said before, and I’ll say it once more
What pleases man more than all the pleasure and all whores
Is to gain power and status above all man
And he will do this in whatever way he can
The best way to do this, is in the name of religion
Of course he doesn’t care whether he commits some kind of sin
So as long as you remain under his control and mercy
By using righteous words such as truth and heresy
It gets deeper than this, don’t you understand?
How can we evolve, if we can’t turn the fearful into a man?
To what extent must we say that enough is enough?
Must they fill our heads with propaganda and insincere stuff?
The truth that shatters me at every angle
Something that places on me a burden more than I can handle
Is the long lost mystery that lies within Chi, Xi and Stigma
If only, truly I say, if only it remained but an enigma
The mayhem implanted in my mind from those three symbols
A chaos making my mind far from calm and simple
Is far too much for any mind to endure, no matter how strong
How much time will I endure this agony, just for how long?
For in the face of knowledge, we are forced to reassess what we believe
Which is the hardest thing to make age old lies leave
Because programming in the mind is not easy to readjust
How much should I struggle, how much do I must?
After intense brainwashing, all I can do is bleed
These beliefs away, of which I do need
Tremendous strength, yet tremendous cannot explain
How much strength I need for my mind’s peace to remain
For in the beauty of the world, with animals of all sorts
In the universe’s inspiration we receive, that falls not short
There are wonders to the eyes whichever way we look
Yet why do we insist all beauty comes from a single Holy Book?
A matter I’ve mentioned, that ought to be observed again
Something with which emptiness our hearts will blend
Is the seal of the prophets, thus a seal in our hearts
Have you been hearing my voice and seeing my dreams from the start?
Although atheists may claim that prophets are mad
That’s fine in the end, but what really makes me sad
Is that with this seal, no new prophets can ever arise
To bring a newer, more appropriate light to our eyes
For the world changes, and evolves with every passing second
What you think now is not what you later may beckon
With every passing moment, things fall apart and diverge
Yet after an age old prophet will a new one never emerge?
The humans of Earth need new God-inspired messages
But the Prophet Muhammed placed us in an indebtedness
By not allowing new men to raise in spiritual rankings
So that newfound guidance we won’t be thanking
Imagine a world where prophets can once again rise
To rid the world of it many and plentiful lies
Enriching our sight with a view we’ve never seen
To take us on spiritual destinations we’ve never been
Yet this seal has kept our hearts in sadness
Better yet, a sophisticated form of boiled madness
Keeping our hearts locked away back in darkness
Hiding our eyes away from God’s blessedness
Yet down this cycle we’ve been, as so have other ancient times
Even more, parallel universes not yet by science defined
Where seals on hearts have hidden our potential for joy
A new enlightened world we must strive to employ
Besides the seal placed on our hearts by force
The idea of the Last Prophet removing from us rejoice
With the concept of martyrdom, and the oblivion it’s brought
Will you not help me find the truth I’ve long sought?
Our Sheikhs and Imams teach us what’s totally wrong
Teachings stretching our sorrows out far and long
Teaching us that death instead of life is the only way
For Islam’s legend to thrive, grow and forever stay
Instead of teaching our children to live in Allah’s name
They are taught to die in his name, which is the very same
As what cults do when blood oaths are placed and taken
Now do you sense why the whole world is emotionally shaken?
Teaching our children to die in the name of the right
Is extremely depressing, will you not just take sight
Of what you’re doing to them, on a deeper mental and spiritual level
Do you not see how instead of angels you’re praising the Devil?
What must a poet do, to break off this relentless spell
Spread by Muhammed to have us lurk in Hell
To show you how things are from an innocent perspective
Will we not learn to see things in a lit way, introspective?
How can you expect your children to even love living?
To inspire what’s good and to adore giving
By feeding them with political agendas very repeatedly
How can that be in any form a kind of decency?
If our children are stuffed in the head with propaganda
To believe in death and martyrdom as their modus operandi
Then why bother continue to keep them even a year alive?
Why be happy for their life if into death they’ll dive?
The sorrows of this Earth can no longer handle an increase
More grief and sadness we can’t afford to release
For within the depths of Hell we remain and lurk within
Then what bounds can we define over our limitless sin?
For with the increase in population upon our beloved green Earth
We face an impossibility of witnessing a rebirth
One where our sins can see a future far more bright
To what lengths will we strive for this, and diligently fight?
In a world of sadness which knows no lengths at all
A world from whom God we beg and plead for a call
How can we survive if lost is our ability to transcend what came before
Before our deaths arrive and we stand before heaven’s door?
Writing all this is not easy in any way, whatsoever
It exceeds the pain of over a hundred million endeavours
Of digging in the Earth until I reach its final, last core
Will we not create the peaceful world we’ve been fighting for?
By writing this I challenge a lifelong worth of indoctrination
One where I fear of the horrors of apostasy and ultimate damnation
Must my tears pierce the heavens and all what lay above?
For us to learn of the value coming from peaceful love?
A long lost secret hidden beneath the historical pages of time
Something making us claim, “The whole world must be mine!”
Is the high capability for the Koran to brainwash its readers
Transforming them into martyrs and forever willing bleeders
Have we not noticed, being fluent in our Arabic tongues
That words only appear to be true if by the lips be sung?
In such eloquent and beautiful recitation that has us fooled
That this is the ultimate truth awaiting me and you?
The poetic powers of the Koran is of extreme intelligence
Although the meaning of the words are far from benevolent
With a meaning so evil yet dear to our tongues
Have we not into a Bipolar state our souls become hung?
Will we continue to be fooled, by the Koran’s Supreme Arabic poetry?
So dear to our tongues, placing us in a serenity
While not paying attention to its inner, deeper meaning
The darker truths behind the words that are lovingly gleaming?
For Arabic tongues, the Koran has been thought to be ultimately true
Even though the words’ meanings are very dark and blue
It’s because we’ve been fooled by the letters sounds, for the rhyme
So beautifully resonates from other sounds thus disconnecting us from time
In the Arabic language, not only can you make words and syllables rhyme together
You can make even letters and punctuation marks rhyme with one another
Creating a text that places one under some sort of hypnosis
This is exactly what the Koran does, did you not know this?
Of course we haven’t, as most of us mainly speak English
Our knowledge of the Arabic language is far from distinguished
Yet we keep asking ourselves, why for the Koran will Muslims forever die
Based on the Koran’s linguistic deception, I’ve just told you why
In the spaces of the Earth, spreading as much as imagination
We still pray for prophets to deliver us from spiritual stagnation
We lay our lives our lives forth then, if it protects their souls
But what if they were but false prophets, lying to us all in whole?
How can there be a day, when Muslims see the truth behind their age old religion
How can they not expect some sort of Anti-Islamic rebellion
How can souls be smashed from lies for the entirety of their life span
How will we ever see the truths behind Muhammed’s diabolical plan?
Yet we will never see that, as we’ve chosen to be blind
So behind lies we hid, and our teeth do we grind
Everytime we see an infidel abiding by another religious system
They don’t dare insult us, but we have every right to dis them
The world is caught in such a massively sized fear
It’ll all make sense to you, just let me make it clear
Political leaders claim our religion is that of peace and joy
Yet they only say that so that their world we won’t destroy
Do you expect them to say what’s really on their minds
About Islam, what they really think has Islam defined
How can they say that, if the sword is our way of treatment
How can they dare ever make a criticizing statement?
We’ve become like children, if you really look into it
Anything bad they say, immediately will we resist
By labeling their names with shame and utter blasphemy
By wanting to tame their game with our apparent insanity
The reason they keep winning all the countless battles
Is that God may just be on their side, while inside us there rattles
The demons of witchcraft sealed upon our hearts and spirits
Will we ever confess our mistakes, will we ever admit it?
The truths of this world are forever so very ugly
Such truths down Hell have they dug me
Filling my head with horrors all throughout the night
While I dream, until I wake to see the empty daylight
If we live in a world where freedoms aren’t allowed
Where free words unto lost ears can’t be endowed
Truly I say this, although many times I’ve already said
If freedom is impossible, we really may as well be dead
The universe in its greatness forever will contain
Treasures to our eyes, if we but remain
Alert to the sounds and sights, boundless all-permeating and all-throughout
But is it not true that we are currently in a deep spiritual drought?
Islam keeps telling us that this life is but a game
That its workings and ambitions are not worth to tame
Yet if God loves us, and wants us to live in happiness
Then how can we associate this life he gave us to nothingness?
What kills me the most, and what kills us all for that matter
Is that our love for life Islam has effectively shattered
By devoting our lives to the pursuit of fulfilling Islamic goals
Until the whole world pays a price of a very heavy toll
Although I’m an adult, I’m still not very old
I still always hated life, and I’ve always been told
That my love for philosophy and truth are naught but redundant
Is not the truth upon us all incumbent?
For in a world of lies, lies that reign supreme
Spreading all throughout, making us all extreme
In our faith, never losing it even by blood
Until blood is everywhere, raining in floods
Imagine a world, where philosophies rule
Instead of ideologies, those that are naught but cruel
Making us instead of letting us follow a path of living
Whereas philosophies only suggest a way of venturing
My heart is hardened to a solid with untold strength
Leaving it no feelings or any ounce of sense
As leaving an indoctrination after in it I’ve been
I wish my soul could leave the body it’s currently in
When I say my heart’s hardened I deceive you not
For within my guts and heart their contents begin to rot
For within a soul brainwashed alongside the mind
No peace after the loss of faith can I find
People will tell me my loss of faith is out of insanity
Telling me my mind has drifted far from reality
Yet tell me, exactly how is your reality originally defined?
Is it based on Islamic faith so absolutely blind?
How can we, in any way, immediately and fully accept
The words of our fathers and forefathers, that have effectively crept
Into our minds without questioning their true validity
How can we believe in untested words with all our ability?
The skies and the contents of the far off universe
Cover a far larger scope than any certain Koranic Verse
For within the formlessness of life, things can’t be defined by words
Yet we yearn for the Koran’s written texts to rule all the world?
The saddest of tragedies, hiding beneath the layers of my torn heart
Is that no matter how much I debate Islam with Muslims they never start
To reveal humbleness, possibly saying that there are a few things wrong
With the Koran’s teachings, and keep their blind faith long and strong
Yet is it out of arrogance, or is it out of fear?
Knowing that criticizing Islam will have danger very near
Putting them in a position where speaking out would cause absolute horror
To their hearts, thus refusing to become spiritual explorers
Must I rip myself apart, knowing this world is doomed
A world where rebirth and transformation will never bloom
By placing us all under the spell of six hundred three score and six
Is it everyone who’s asleep, or is it just me who’s sick?
It’s hard to live in a world where equal darkness exists
By night or by day something making love resist
To show itself, due to deadened hearts roaming all about
Oh God, oh God, why is there just no way out?
Speaking like this would cause shame to forever label
My name, turning my life into some comedic fable
Told to children, reminding them of how I’m but a fool
Of how I am as utterly disgusting as I am cruel
What is wrong with a poet having fervent dreams
Showing us that there’s more than just what seems
Urging humans to appeal to the world’s sadness
To show a light hidden behind infinite darkness
The tragedy of this world is because prophet hood is dead
As the seal of the prophets is implanted in our heads
Forcing us to behead all prophets new to our land
Dropping them dead far beneath concealing sand
For in the evolution of the Earth with its raining water
With skies whose weather grows colder then hotter
Change is inevitable with all the constant alterations
And thus new prophets ought to rise and guide us from damnation
A poet’s word is far more frail than a sheet of ice
Filled with the pleads to end all forms of vice
Into a future free from its horrifying anticipation
Full of the wonders of godly, divine sensations
Can you not sense the emptiness, flowing through our current times?
Although the space is there, it only appears as edges and lines
Void of its deeper qualities of spiritual affection
Lacking of the details that requires a soul’s detection
The beauty of the Earth surely knows no bounds
Streaming with eloquence of life’s music and sounds
Joining together into the symphony of unbound infinity
Yet still we hold on to age old lies and rigidity?
Has the world gone mad, drowning deeper into the pool of falsehood?
Believing that there is no such thing as future prophethood?
Claiming that Muhammed is the seal to all humans with prophecies
Will you not detect how far this is from dear mercy?
Imagine a world where dreams no longer have any meaning
Where forming a personal view of God is always demeaning
Where future prophets can never, ever have their voices heard
Well that’s the world we live in, does that not sound absurd?
The nature of life always depends on certain conditions
Are we blind not to see this, have we become so conditioned
So as to not see life through the lenses of a profound mystic
To thrive on others’ pain in a manner so sadistic?
To what lengths must we reach before we finally awaken?
Of what amount our children’s laughter have we taken
In what time right now or in the future ahead
Will we finally and fully wish we were already dead?
Down into a spiral of malevolent doom we forever go
Time is never forever as I write these words, so
Will we reach a time when hatred can be put aside for a while?
And cease to associate Jews with apes despised, wild?
To the Jews, the future of Islamic militancy is the major fear
Bring back your attention to right now, right here
To Hamas, the past of bloodshed is what drives their thirst for war
Does not however the present matter much, much more?
In the present it’s your people and children mercilessly dying
It’s your sons, daughters and uncles continually go crying
They shed their blood constantly, day in and day out
Yet still in the name of race and religion you all forever shout?
People will tell me that I myself am far from awakened
But can I in the name of peace and love be mistaken
For the cleansing of age old supremacy wars off our damaged world?
How far will we sink into this spiralling downward twirl?
The major issues concerning brainwashed hate
Something troubling peace historically and up to date
Is that as time passes, the hate grows more and more in strength
To what extent will we preach hatred, just to what length?
Down the generations the hatred has grown in power and might
Turning the possibility of peaceful living into an endless fright
One that seizes our hearts with a negativity drowning us in catastrophe
That will be ignited by a later Third World War’s brutality
Buddha knew exactly what he was fervently saying
About the Samsara cycle of suffering, that keeps rotating
Repeating the echoes of hatred until ended is our lives
Not allowing the possibility for us to spiritually thrive
The cycle of hatred rotates more and more passionately down the generations
Increasing the probability of us facing such great obliteration
Of our homes and shelters, as we pursue the whims of our forefathers
Who taught us to hate the Jews until time goes no farther
Can words of poetry ever even stand a hopeful chance?
To inspire love despite hate, by yelling important rants
Reminding us that past hatreds are only prisons of hopelessness
Chasing love away in a manner filled with senselessness
Will we continue to carry that hatred until we become deceased?
Will we not admit that currently our hearts are but diseased?
By wanting nothing more than the spilling of the blood of another race
Will we step on the hopes of making this world a better place?
Have we become so full of pride and relentless arrogance
To deny every possibility of a peaceful transcendence
One lifting us higher in maturity, making us turn to kindness
Has loving a Jew become a factual act of madness?
Will we not expand our view of feelings and humanity
Beyond the Sheikhs and Imams preaching the Jews profanity
To actually sit down and meet a Jew straightforwardly?
To see beyond the propaganda and into clear reality?
Is it not true that none of us ever even met a Jew
Even though we had the distant chance of meeting a few
We either beheaded them or tied them to a moving car
Watching his face drag along the streets as the car moves afar?
If we think of it, have we ever met a Jew in true sight?
Talking to them in the atmosphere of reality’s light?
To see who they really are in the perspective of human to human conversation
Yet the hatred to the Jews we keep in strict conservation?
The East always complains of the West’s propaganda of evil
Yet what if I told you your propaganda came from our own people?
From within mosques, where killing Jews is told to be of the greatest deeds
Will we ever see where propaganda really has its seeds?
The true propaganda we really face comes from our own nations
Ranging from Friday Prayers in mosques to Television stations
Breeding children to harbour hatred for the Jews more than love for humanity
Will we not see the true roots to all this insanity?
But whatever I say, no matter in which way I say the words
We will still believe that the ultimate end of the world
Will not come, until every last Jew is eradicated
The hatred in our hearts may never be alleviated
How dare I even partially side with the Jews?
Such are the words surely coming out of you
We all look at the death count of our people in a face value manner
If we see the whole picture no longer will we raise Anti-Semitic banners
This is far deeper than politics, will you not see?
Will you not study the roots of your religiosity?
And see that it’s not politics that is the root of our problem
It is our religious roots which fuel our will to harm them
This is not only an issue of freeing ourselves from the Jews
This is not only restoring geographical pride for me and you
This is not just revenge for all our people who’ve died
This is not just the rejuvenation of racial pride
This is a subconscious motivation driven by the Koran’s instructions
To wage war against the Jews until they reach destruction
EVEN THOUGH they haven’t killed a single person in Palestine
Our desire to kill them would remain due to our religious doctrine
Of course infinite sorrow hits me when a Palestinian child dies
Insulting your political views is something I will never try
I am not someone who takes sides, and wishes for others’ destruction
I am but a detached watcher, looking for ways to inspire reconstruction
We all look at things as they happen in a superficial way
Looking at the trunk and leaves of the tree shining with the light of day
Yet beneath the Earth and in the soil, the roots of truth await
For us to observe that they are the true reasons for all that hate
Despite all historical events that fuel our hatred for the Jews
There’s a deeper reason in religious history, not something new
That fuels this hatred, in the sense that Allah completely justifies
To remain heartily struggling until every last Jew has died
It’s deeper than this, will we not hear the song’s deeper meaning?
For behind that song of hatred certain roots cause the growing
Of hatreds that remain eternally internal to the heart of man
Against the heart of evil will we not take a stand?
Sure on the outside, it may appear all political
For everyone dying on our side, there must be a reciprocal
By causing death to them, so that things will be fair
There’s something deeper that history and politics I would like to share
Although the Koran itself may not in itself be angelic
We can’t deny that the book contains wisdoms of fine relic
But beyond that, the Hadiths to which we’ve been constantly adhering
Has only hatred seeping into the next generation that is now breeding
Although we may say that doubting the Koran is of blasphemy
But how is doubting the Hadith in any way an irrationality?
If the Prophet’s word in the Koran can’t be criticized
Then why also does challenging the Hadith has us victimized?
It’s true that the Koran may be the word of a prophet
But from being strict about Hadith will we never profit
For the writers of Hadith were only but Historians
Does not abiding by Hadith’s every last word make us rather barbarians?
People will ask me why I have all these doubts
But if faith isn’t tested, then how can true faith sprout?
If one is a Muslim only because his forefathers have been so
Then into the darkness of blind faith will we all inevitably go
A faith never tested is surely one only blind
And in blind faith only ignorance you will find
For I believe God loves those who see truths even through doubt
God never wanted us to feel that there’s no way out
Am I the only one who has this idea
That no one even believes in the possibility of a utopia
That people push away even love itself when it conflicts with their beliefs
But how can belief without love even start to bring relief?
For in the vastness of wonders awaiting our sight
It is the jobs of mystics to forever and strongly fight
To show us another dimension of reality concealed to our eyes
So concealed we can’t imagine the universe beyond the skies
The mind is infinitely powerful, and I know I mentioned this a lot
Ideas of construction minds to this world have brought
Limitless, encompassing things that can’t be expressed in words
Yet we insist that only the Koran must rule the whole world?
The Koran’s poetry is beautiful, and its message may be great
Yet truly sad what’s been happening as of late
When parents brainwash their children to fear the Koran in absolution
Making them also believe that to problems it’s the only solution
Yet it gets deeper than this, will we not ever, ever understand?
For the apostles who wrote the Bible long before the Koran, spoke of a man
Who has three qualities of the Beast, a number, a mark and name
One who uses his powers to have all men slaves and tamed
This is mentioned in the New Testament, long before the Koran existed
Proving the prophecy very real, and this one insisted
That there are those who will be fooled by the greatest con in history
Who will invert every concept of humanity into bigotry
We may say, how can prophecies ever be true?
How can someone ever literally see the future through and through?
Yet this is not literally seeing, but only anticipating the future with extremely perceptive eyes
Prophets anticipate the future in ways our normal eyes can never realize
It may be genius, but it also may be never understood God inspiration
One that blesses a certain mind with prophecies and future event formulation
Yet the clarity of Biblical Prophecy cuts deep and very clean
So cleanly true, for Jesus and the Apostles our current times they’ve long ago seen
Your anger towards me and your lust for my blood
Your desire to have my blood flowing in a form of flood
Starting from my body towards the farthest place probable
Merely because you deny the truth is unstoppable
But how can I blame you, for seeing life only in a single lens of sight
Making you for falsehood so relentlessly and tirelessly fight
Even though deep down you know there is something wrong with the religion of Islam
But how will you ever change if you constantly say, “It’s my identity! It defines who I am!”
And you will never change, because your mind has been so deeply set
Within falsehood, where your brain’s nerves and soul have so deeply met
Making Islam a working more true in yourself than your own individuality
Again and again and again you say, “Leaving Islam is far from a reality!”
But maybe it’s deeper than that, what if it’s out of fear?
What if Muslim apostates exist everywhere, yet never, ever is it clear
Who they really are, as speaking out against Islam would place a death mark upon their head
But mark or no mark, can’t you see that they already wished they were dead?
The reason I write this is not to anger your soul
All I want is to remove the suffering of a heartless toll
Inflicted on us because of the absence of compassion, and more importantly love
If we could understand what animals feel and say, then I promise you, weeping are the birds and crying are the doves
Although we are only humans, and we don’t have wings to let us fly
Animals deep down they die, and the birds and doves do cry
For witnessing our absolutely powerful minds not being able to soar asunder
For not using the mind’s unseen wings to venture through the sky’s beauty and thunder
Yet in a world like this, those who are innocent and seek truth and reality
Are stepped and spit on, and robbed of all their dignity
So my pen and paper, books and knowledge are my only friend
Oh God, oh God, when will my life ever end?
Why is it that the world is constantly living in lies?
Is living in lies the only way us humans can survive?
Why is it that we are able to be inspired by falsehood?
And why do we out of falsehood form merciless, loveless brotherhoods?
Is it not out of self-claimed honour, and only that
That you spread Islam, by going about to rant
That Islam is true, even though you know it’s not, just so that you
Can see your own whims permeate the Earth all through?
I swear by God when I say this, so please understand when I say it
I write this not to insult Muslims, for there is no merit
In slandering others, but all I’m really doing
Is criticizing the ideology of Islam, from which real troubles are brewing
Why would I insult Muslims, who really are human beings
Who constitute my friends and family whom I’m always loving?
Rather I am attacking issues on the ideology of Islam in and of itself
And fame isn’t the reason, nor my writing reaching every book shelf
This isn’t just a goal of mine, but merely a long stepped on dream
To let us see the light behind lies, its enlightening, awakening beams
So that our sight can take over the whole of reality, rather than our worlds of hypnosis
You may tell me mental issues exist in my medical diagnosis
Sure you can call me mentally ill and out of my god damned mind
You may behead me and leave no trace of me behind
You can burn my writings, spreading rumours of my madness
And people ask me, why I harbour so much sadness?
If mental illness is biological, then why is it when I take a brain screening
That my physical brain is fine, in fact it is very much gleaming
It’s not the biology of it, although it may be the chemistry
But that chemical imbalance merely comes because of thinking differently
Biology can never influence or be influenced by thoughts
Yet chemistry can change or be changed by thoughts a lot
It all starts with thinking differently, making the brain’s chemistry change
And after thoughts affect chemistry, chemistry affects thoughts in exchange
This is by no means removing from myself that embarrassing label
Of being mentally ill, you can always have that on the table
When you justify that my words come only from mad thoughts
When you spit and step on the truth I’ve so long sought
You can do whatever you want, I honestly no longer care
Into a mad man’s eyes not even a psychologist wants to stare
Because we’re mentally ill, far from being a healthy and right-minded man
Yet the greatest of greatest tragedies, is that you and psychologists judge what you not understand
All of you label us as mentally ill, someone who’s out of his mind and wishes to cause harm
And when we show confusion, you all sound the security alarm
It’s because you can’t handle our passions for our thoughts and dreams
The ones we literally and crazily are screaming for atop mountains of seas
It’s not just craziness, it’s far deeper than you think
The illness comes not because into madness we may sink
Rather, it comes because we’re struggling to ascend into a higher state of consciousness
One that transcends systematic education and hypocritical religious righteousness
Yet still will we be ridiculed, until the end of times
It’s true that speaking truths is always but a crime
To the eyes of regular men, who are comfortable with current beliefs and ways
Can my beat voice only be heard atop a mountain in the light of day?
People may say religion promotes good, well that may be true
Although is it only what APPEARS to be good to me and you?
This is not about what’s good or bad defining our lives
Because into what only appears good or bad we forever dive
This is not about that, this is about reality and its cores
Reality transcends religious ideologies, for from it beautifully soars
The space and time created by God from which we can relate
Yet we’ve constantly been ignoring reality for long as of late
Philosophies must define our beliefs rather than religious ideologies
For in them lie open-mindedness rather than strict, oppressive legalities
Yet we ask, without religion, where would morality ever come from
Surely this mode of thinking has caused this world a massive conundrum
Morality need not be recorded so that they’ll later be followed
By future men, for that will only cast upon us a very hollow
Type of way of living, becoming followers rather than masters
Letting our ignorance drive us into the dark ages quicker and faster
We think that morality ought to be recorded by prophets
And whosoever says something otherwise will have others claim it
To be the word of a mad man, but will you not see
That our so-called morals removed from us all sensuality?
If one is a blind follower, not knowing why he’s following
Someone who follows out of fear rather than out of knowing
Then that person into the path of ignorance has been led
If his will is not his own, then he really may as well be dead
People would say that, even though religion may not be ultimately true
We’d still need laws and rules for this world to be ensued
Into a state where justice and fairness can be done
But can’t we see that Divine Law has our free will shunned?
If there is one concept that is richer than all
Something for which the One and True God would call
Is the idea of freedom, and freedom in absolutely every way
Despite its imperfections, what’s more beautiful than saying whatever you have to say?
President JFK supported freedom and public opinion
Even though it may raise hatred and several dominions
Of people who get angry at ideas and debates of others
So as long as there’s freedom, after the anger, we still care for one another
Most people are deluded thinking that imprisonment can only be
A state where the physical body just can’t be free
But a far more dangerous form of imprisonment forced upon our entities
Is metal imprisonment, where not allowed is the freedom of speech and liberty
Then people would say, where can we get our laws and rules from
For corruption is real and among people are some
Who wish to cause chaos, and unease and unrest
Yet will we not turn to man-made law for us to be blessed?
The difference between Divine Law and that which is man made
Is that the negatives of man-made law are never kept in the shade
It can be criticized through media, books and writings
Yet criticizing Divine Law will have us upon each other killing
Criticism can be directly related to the flow of time
Where an idea is reconstructed by pointing out its evil and crimes
So that a newer form of the idea can embrace the needs of the present
Yet not being able to criticize Divine Law keeps us in the past, enslaved and ignorant
Something that has fooled the breadth of all humanity
Something that embedded us in an unnoticed, subtle insanity
Is that the word of Allah is not a concept or idea of God, the way Christians and Jews have him viewed
The word Allah is in fact the name of the Supreme Rock God of the Ka’bah and the Holy Mosque, but do you think I’m rude
For stating things which are so clearly true and undoubtedly evident?
Will you not see through the biggest lie in history, which surely has no precedent
If it is claimed in the Koran that Allah surely permeates the West and East
That nothing can put him in a form, then in the least
We shouldn’t all be facing the Black Stone when we pray
Why is it that truths in this damaged world we can never, ever say?
But is it all hopeless, trying to make us doubt a faith that’s in flaw
How will these truths ever have us come into a state of accepting awe
If the brainwashing inflicted upon is so very and frighteningly great
That we recite a prayer for everything we do, every time we even ate
So far down we’ve been driven into a cycle of brainwashing
That forever reality and truths will be constantly blocking
We are never willing to adapt to the demands of the twenty-first century
Until our unwillingness to adapt will have us destroyed and remembered only through history
Yet even if we’re only in history, who would ever want to read
About a religion whose foundation and basic seed
Grows on the oppression of minds, the punishment of doubt
Will not the readers cry to know that once upon a time, there was no way out?
When I say that we aren’t willing to accept the truths I’ve written
I’m obviously not claiming that these truths that are given
Came personally from me, for that would make me one who is manic
If I state these truths came only from me, then I would surely be moronic
These truths came not from me, but rather from others’ works and observations
Those who’ve studied to gain knowledge that will end the world of the stagnation
That comes from the lies recorded so far long and down history
Those who have learned to offer the world an enlightened form of liberty
These truths come not from me, but only from others
Those who wanted the truth to have us love one another
Rather than live with a love which inherently is fake
Does God not love truth seekers living for his sake?
But maybe this madness won’t end, as all have fallen asleep
Not a sleep comprising of day dreams, but rather one so deep
So as to remove all sense of enlightenment from one’s eyes
And then we ask, why is it that we barely cry?
Maybe when humanity has become this asleep, not really knowing
What’s real and what’s not, there would be no point in showing
The awakened side of you, as the label of mad would be upon you written
Maybe there’s no point in sharing the light I envision
Maybe pleading for an awakening has no ultimate benefit
For the cycle of hypnosis we’ve deeply embedded it
In the deepest core of our psyche, making our sleep’s world a reality
Reflecting off the sleeping eyes of all those in our society
Seeing these truths is impossible if we’re within the cycle of brainwashing
But when we exit it, sooner or later will your brain be talking
In a far different language, as you see it from the outside in
And by then, we associate a totally different meaning to the definition of sin
We no longer by then see that sin means to be boundlessly curious
Even though attaining the type of knowledge that would make others furious
For I am sure that that is what the One and True God truly and deep down really wants
For if attaining knowledge is a good action, then would a merciful God negatively judge us and upon us haunt?
The story of ultimate control, set upon and taught to us all
Is the story of Adam and Eve, which had them later fall
Upon this Earth, so that they’d endure life’s test after once being free
How could all of this happen because of a choice and decision of liberty?
God had told Adam and Eve, according to the Bible and the Koran
It’s probably mentioned in Judaism within the Torah
To never eat from the Tree of Knowledge, lest ye become transgressors
And that between you and me there will be no intercessors
And so Eve had eaten an Apple from the tree, and so did her husband Adam
And their eyes shone with lights that our feeble minds can’t fathom
Then they became gods, and God was not pleased with that they’ve done
And so he cast them upon Earth to continue life’s test and procreate daughters and sons
Something of this story which I cannot start to understand
Is how knowledge and learning make a curious woman or man
Become banished and punished by God all the way to the Last Day
If knowledge enters not our minds, then what’s the point in revealing what we have to say?
But no matter what I do, or how hard I try
All of us would always, forever choose to die
Rather than give up our faith, and admit Islam’s faults
Even though its ignorance hides us beneath a thousand vaults
And even though I try, and thousands of other writers as well
To convince you otherwise, it is till your souls you will sell
To the unknown and hidden witchcrafts within Islam’s deep construct
Admitting the reality of this witchcraft you never will, for rather by Zeus’ thunder you’d be struck
Maybe the only way for this world to be able to sleep at night
Is for the veil of ignorance to have our blind eyes resting our sight
From the pain of knowledge, as it only makes us think far more
Yet with comfort and ignorance we’re willing to destroy all opposing countries and peaceful shores
I wish I could let Islam be, and let it have its way
It brings peace and joy is something we constantly say
Yet if it is the inherent goal of all Muslims to dominate the entire Earth
Would we not be robbing children of their religious identity right at birth?
No matter how much we on the outside we hide this dream
To have the whole world to Islam forever and always deem
To be in need of controlling all minds, until the end comes and we die
Our vision for Islam to rule all is something we carry deep down inside
Yet we will never change, as the black magic spell set by Muhammed and his Gematria
Will have us all slaves, and have us remaining in an insomnia
Spending both days and nights envisioning a day where we rule
And labelling all transgressors we behead as purely evil and absolute fools
We as Arabs have such deep rooted talents rooted in our culture
Mainly these talents are of poetry, as our language soars asunder
When it comes to poetic rhythm, and deep ability to convey imagery
This is something mentioned a lot in our Arabic history
Arabic poets long ago wrote absolutely eloquent poetry
Poetry that when discharged allowed a poet’s mind a serenity
Yet now Arabs only write poetry to support Islam and its Promised Armageddon and Holy War
Using poetry only to cast fear in Muslims’ minds and hearts and upon our enemies’ shores
Yet no matter what efforts of all writers combined are put in writing
No Muslim will ever lose his faith, as the cultic creed of Islam is swarming
In his heart, imprinted and sealed to the end of time, nay for eternity
Believing that it is ONLY Islam that can bring this world tranquility
No matter how sincerely I write this, or how many tears I shed
Despite all the heart felt words I’ve forever wrote and said
We Muslims will conjure up any conspiracy theory to justify my blasphemy
All of this is done, not to ever face the pain of reality
With the mountains that soar high above the plains and seas
With the grasses and plants that permeate the spaces around trees
There are signs reminding us that the inexplicable beauty shining wherever you may look
Can never fully be contained within the words of a single Holy Book
With the emotions within us and all the cries and laughs we share
With all the risky actions we take in solemn, forthright dares
With the potential for human strength, and our ability to transcend our own minds
We believe that only in the Koran ultimate answers we’ll find?
Are there any limits to the sorrows coming over our spirits
Can you feel the hardening of our hearts, can you hear it?
Can you hear how ignorance sealed over our hearts a sorrow supreme?
Can you hear our haunting spirits and the pain it deems?
Yet we find no limits, as the concept of prophecy and poetry is dead
Without newfound prophecy, our societies down have been led
To a society where poetry is deceased, and thus our feelings died as well
It really won’t be much different if we’re now living in Hell
Poetry needs prophecy to survive, and also the other way around
Without the two, then gone is true feeling if not confound
Living in a world where depression has become the well-recognized norm
We ceased to care whether or not the world is destroyed by a storm
The emptiness is great, yet that word itself cannot explain
The magnitude of the emptiness, as from heightened thought we refrain
Going into a state of hypnosis, where we sleep while still walking
Yet you ignore and ridicule me while I’m still talking?
Into the scorching fires of Hell we descend, not knowing the nature of this fire
This fire burns our souls of substance, a type of fire so dire
That it burns our souls into emptiness, and a hollowness so grave
Yet we’re still waiting for Jesus to have us saved?
Yet how can there be hope, if we have stopped trying to seek it?
From the concept of love did we officially forfeit?
Have we forgotten what true humanity really, really means?
Will we continue to obey Holy Books that paradoxically describe the unseen?
Maybe the concept of Sophism is the only sensible way to see the world
It teaches that it can only be described by absolutely no words
The Sophists’ Holy Books are completely, literally blank
Now you may ask how far into insanity have I just sank?
With all the chaos and unpredictability spreading all about
With the animals preying and the nature that blissfully sprouts
With the night sky that shines moonlight as wolves gather in herds
We have the naivety to describe all of this in words?
Yet the strange thing is that Sophism was created by Islam
Can you not see that this claim is a complete, utter scam?
Sophism existed long ago, in the days of Socrates, Plato and Aristotle
Must an infinite amount of lies be concealed in a lost, forgotten bottle?
Yet there is still no rest after having lost my faith
Although at least I have removed from my heart the hate
Towards the Jews, the Americans and all the West
All these grudges and this vengeance has been laid off my chest
Yet still our hatred for the Jews is still vastly extreme
It boils within the physiological chemicals that steam
So wildly and fervently, that if we saw a Jew standing yonder
Nothing more than tearing off his limbs would make us any fonder
Yet still this hate will remain, as its Islamic roots are so deep
We envision a world eradicated from Jews even in dreams of sleep
The hypnosis of hatred has been accumulated so far down our heritage
That we’re willing to sacrifice our lives if it means bringing the Jews wreckage
No matter how many words writers write, that hate will never go
Forgiveness and forgetting is still something we’ll never show
As this hatred has been implanted into us by our Imams, Sheikhs and even parents
Our children still don’t know the meaning of forgiveness and benevolence
Yet still, even with all the pleading and summoning to peace
Even though I give up all dignity and beg you shouting “Please!”
That hatred and thirst for blood and land will still remain showing
Never will we allow the peace of nature to keep flowing
Something which strikes my soul with this feeling of fright
Something that will allow me absolutely no sleep at night
Is the relation of Islam to the mark, name and number of the beast
Upon mentioning this, I am sure that your reading this will suddenly cease
The evidence of this is so clear, and that is what strikes me the most
Knowing that within 1.5 billion Muslims on Earth, there’s a relentless host
Of the beast, or better yet, of Satan and the Devil who deceives
All the answers from the Bible’s Book of Revelation can you receive
All the answers can be found in the Book of Revelations of the Bible
From chapter 12 verse 1 to chapter 13 verse 18, for it is no fable
For the prophecies of St. John fit so perfectly and closely
With the construct of Islam, which we abide by so reverently
This is probably the sickest realization a Muslim can ever have and accept
Any fervent Muslim after accepting this would probably commit suicide, except
How can we do so, when it falls upon him to reveal truths to future generations?
How can he kill himself if it has fallen upon himself to inspire the world with realizations?
These realizations are absolutely painful in the beginning
Having truths despite indoctrinated lies continuously beckoning
Becoming a man disconnected with others, as no one could relate
With his level of knowledge, as everyone else is still in a close-minded state
People would tell me that I’m stating that I’m a prophet
The label of prophet is something of which I’d never profit
All I am is a poet, who’s learned things he wishes to share
This is not out of arrogance or pride, or to fulfill a highly prohibited dare
I write this merely because I don’t wish to leave this world
Until I have all of what’s on my mind written down in words
As I have taken this pursuit of truth seriously, searching for it far and wide
Now that I’ve learnt the truths from others, why from it would I continue to hide?
The symbols of Chi, Xi and Stigma appear as χξϛʹ, something Arabs could read very clearly
It reads ‘In the Name of Allah, along with the two swords that represent the supremacy
Of Muslims above all others, as we wage countless wars by the sword
Until all the Earth belongs to Islam, by gathering vast and enormous hordes
Yet it gets deeper than this, will we not listen?
Will we continue to shut our eyes whenever truth is summoned?
Will we deny that behind the scenes Islam’s truth is far darker than it looks?
Have not enough of the world’s liberty we perpetually took?
Yet still, we would rather die to support honour and dismiss shame
Again and again we’d die, yet we would still again be tamed
By the spell of Muhammed inflicted upon us, yet we have no clue
And when the afterlife after suicide missions leads us to Hell, we’d cry, “If only I knew!”
What stirs a thousand tears inside me, and far more than that
What brought me extreme unrest even as I sat
Is that this spell is not like the usual, but the one of the Satanic dragon beast
The Antichrist whose number is 666, yet we know not even in the least
If only all could live peacefully within vast lies
Yet with ignorance comes destruction, and we continue to die
If only, if only the truth behind Islam didn’t have to be so depressing
Apparently the loss of faith although self-righteous can be extremely distressing
If only Islam were true the way everyone had continually taught us
That way our minds wouldn’t have to become so robust
By having two thought patterns, one of family indoctrination and the other of reality
It’s impossible that after the loss of faith can there be mental tranquility
But if we still find it extremely painful to lose our faith and denounce Islam
If we’re the kind of people who’ve always said, “Islam defined who I am!”
Then maybe we could remain Muslims, but only by an outward label
Even though we know deep down that the whole thing’s a fable
We’ve been living under a religion that condemns freedom and sex
Where we form anti-woman tribes and anti-liberty sects
Not allowing even for males to intermingle with females, so that love may exist
Even the element of opposite-sex love does Islam resist
People may say that Islam is not like that at all
But those are the Muslims that don’t even heed the mosque’s call
They constitute the 90 percent of Muslims that don’t even care about Islam in the first place
Only from the fear of a death penalty do they claim to have Islam embraced
We claim that the West is filled with hypocrites, but heed you not your own voice?
They don’t conceal their countless sin neither do they hide when they rejoice
It is us who pretend to be Muslims, while deep down we don’t even read the Koran’s pages
Barely any of us read the Koran that’s been reserved down the ages
But to say reserved, is still something which raises doubts
Us living in lies will only continue our persistent spiritual drought
So revealing truths I’ve learned from others will have us storm in anger and rage
So we still heed only Islamic sages and remain trapped in a cage
There are two things about Abu Bakr that could raise in you doubts
The first thing reminds us again and again that there’s no way out
It tells us of a time when he waged wars against apostates who left the Caliphate
Even though they were minding their own business, just for the honour of it
Thing number two will definitely cast you in a state of denial
Some say that such knowledge is of the greatest trials
Set by Allah, as Allah apparently detests all forms of Anti-Islamic knowledge
And loves keeping us ignorant through generations and ongoing heritage
In the beginning of the Koran, in the chapter of the Heifer
There’s a certain message a perceptive mind could decipher
It speaks of disbelievers roaming in the dark, where often their eyes hurt of bursting thunder
If you think of it, that thunder would represent truth and knowledge that lies far asunder
The reason it’s far, is because Islam hates knowledge and clear facts
As knowledge IS the Antichrist, so there is some sort of pact
Between Allah and Muslims, to never cross the red lines of knowledge and enlightenment
That’s why we harbour for Salman Rushdie so much pure resentment
Down the cycles of hypnosis we’ve descended, never to awaken
No matter what efforts or countless steps we could have taken
A Muslim will never give up his faith, as his sanity on it depends
Not even if you tear him limb from limb until his life ends
All cults such as Islam are bound to have methods of brainwashing
Although Muslims may talk, it’s in fact Muhammed talking
As we Muslims echo our thoughts from the Koran written 1,400 years ago
A retreat from our destructive faith is something we’ll never show
All along we’ve been fooled to think that Allah is the same God as the Christians and Jews
Yet the truth to all this must be known as it is far, far due
Allah is not the concept of God, but only the name of a rock god called Allah
Where beside Allah the rock god, there used to lay his daughter goddesses, Minat, Uzza, and Allat
Yet the main point is that Allah does not literally mean The God
It only illiterally means so, yet I find it quite odd
That 1.5 billion Muslims around the world have still not realized this
Upon the dark secrets of Islam will you not thoughtfully reminisce?
Allah illiterally means The God, but what literally does
Are the words Al Ilah, and you should know this because
We have been linguistically brainwashed into these lies
Is this not Satan playing the ultimate trick on us while we all cry?
If you wish to pray to the One and True God, then pray to Al Ilah
As Allah is the NAME of a rock god, not a CONCEPT, very similar to Allat
If we are to pray to the True God, then we shouldn’t mention him by an illiterate name
But rather by a literal concept, have I now brought myself enough shame?
This is not me preaching something new, as it existed far before I was born
Me disclaiming I’m some sort of prophet is something I’ve already sworn
The truths I say come from others or from sources that existed far long before I lived
To the restoration of humanity’s well-being will you not offer something to give?
Although I am disclaiming upon myself everything to do with higher status and prophethood
The Prophet Muhammed did the exact opposite, something that’s far from good
He claimed that all truths came from him and Allah only, and that everything else is a fable
But little do we know, that much of the Koran has been copied off the Bible
Usually newer Holy Books ought to offer a newer message upon humanity
But the Koran copied the Bible starting mainly from man’s causality
Depicting the story of Adam and Eve in almost the exact same way
Being able to detect the similarities by reading both, is surely child’s play
Yet again I say, no matter how persuasive my words can get
There’s no button in your mind with which to reset
Your consciousness, so that after you once spiritually die
You can be born again, as Salman Rushdie once before cried
We will hold on to our Islamic Faith as though it were a molten rock
Holding on to it harder and harder in the face of knowledge, which would only lock
Our minds away from what’s real, as delusion consumes us all
Oh God, oh God, when shall arrive your final call?
IT IS true, that it’s possible to live without Islamic lies
Although you MUST be born again, after you spiritually die
For the only way to live after leaving a religion is if you first lose all hope
And then resurrect yourself by clinging on to other forms of spiritual ropes
Losing your faith and being resurrected into one that’s new
Might just lead to your suicide, unless you’re of the few
Who FIGHT for the truth, even if death tears our souls away
Must I die for ranting such truths I say?
All our lives we’ve been put in this form of a bubble that’s ignorant
With Sheikhs feeding us only 18th century Hadiths, and hiding the ones belligerent
The ones that existed in the 8th century, revealing Islam’s true colors
Yet in the name of lies and deceit we call one another brothers?
Thing number two about Abu Bakr, happened in the time of a war
When thousands of ground troops came raging at his Caliphate’s door
But while they were on their way, Abu Bakr devised a plan
He sent those who memorized the Koran after Muhammed’s death, every last man
The reason he sent them, is that he thought they’d be untouched
He thought that Allah won’t allow the carriers of his message to die, and in such
A grave time of war, Abu Bakr thought that these carriers of the message will be in war invincible
And paradoxically the way ALL the reciters were slaughtered was to him sadly incredible
And when all the reciters died, where do you think the Koran’s message went?
Under the soils of a hundred reciters’ tombs has it not been sent?
If so, then how can you assertively state the Koran has been reserved?
Maybe the praise for the Koran’s conservation is given far more than the Koran deserves
Must I seek out physicians or psychologists of certain capabilities
To erase from my mind these truths that cause me insanity?
Must I bang my head on walls and dive head first into a lava-filled volcano?
Can I delete these truths from my mind by flying through the winds of a tornado?
Yet we will never awaken, even after we die
Even if we’re sent into the afterlife below or up high
As the creed of Islam has conquered the deepest core of our psyche
Filling our heads with blind delusional religious zeal, and Satan’s spikes
How can one die to be born again when in this state
The state of being under a hex and black magic spell which create
A mind that will never be able to see life how it’s supposed to be seen
We dream of burning churches and synagogues instead of appreciating nature that’s beautifully green
We are the seeds of destruction, upon all that can’t relate
With the codes and standards of our highly praised Islamic State
We are the breeders of war sworn upon all infidels that upon the Earth roam
Forever will we chant, “We SHALL conquer Israel and all of Rome!”
Yet all writers’ attempts go in vain, as our endeavours are inherently hopeless
When it comes to Arab Muslims whose eyes glow with blind faith and blood-shot redness
Maybe destruction is the only way for us to learn a valuable lesson
Maybe we’ll only start to reconstruct after our happiness has greatly lessened
When I say destruction, I’m not talking about the West themselves
I mean a destruction that will spawn from us ourselves
WE are the ones constantly bringing our countries through the face of destruction
Yet we blame the West for intervening to lead us to some construction
We blame the West for destroying and occupying our cherished our lands
Yet if only you see, that if they never sent ground troops stepping on our sand
And we were left alone, then I make you a promise sincere and so grand
That destruction would come upon us entirely by our own hands
If they never intervened, then countless major wars and civil wars
Would be lit between Sunnis and Shiites, but there’s still much more
Different sects of Islam would clash and kill one another’s daughters and sons
And gunfire and explosive weaponry from cross-country wars out of the ignorance religion brings upon us, would blot out the entirety of the sun
Yet we still won’t give up our faith, even though it contains fault
Even though all evidence points out the Islam is a cult
What must a poet do to make us see that there’s much more to life’s story
To make us ask ourselves, “What other paths of life await for me?”
There are two secrets hidden deep within Muhammed’s past
Something from which inquisitive theories can form really fast
The first one has to do with what happened to him up on Hira Mountain
Drink my friends, from the healing waters of the new Inquisition’s Fountain
If we weren’t created and born to constantly question
Then how can a fruitful, productive mind ever beckon
Newer thoughts that are worth to have, will you not see
That seeking truths and enlightenment must be our destiny?
Yet if Islam teaches us not to question, and even if the once before Iblis couldn’t
If we are taught by Allah that humans, Angels and Devils can’t be students
Of liberating knowledge, to allow our minds to venture beyond our heads
Then I’ll say this, yet and yet again, we really may as well just be dead
In the age old days all forms of recording technology didn’t exist
Then we do we constantly, over and over, forever insist
That we know exactly what happened up there on that Mountain
Are you drinking yet my friends, are you drinking from the Fountain?
Will we not connect the dots, and see the grand picture?
Will we not see things outside the confusing mixture?
Of 1.5 billion people, all saying things that lead to the exact same conclusion?
Will we not step back and live beyond this mass delusion?
But maybe there is no hope, as hope may very well be in death’s hands
Maybe God can no longer offer tranquility throughout the lands
For if Muhammed is the Last Prophet, and no new prophet can arise
Through what medium can God a newfound hope send to our eyes?
All of Jesus’ revelations from God happened out in disclosure
Yet what robs me of all forms of my mind’s composure
Is that all of God’s revelations that Muhammed conceived
Upon Hira Mountain, all happened in a manner so concealed
If no one ever saw Muhammed while he received those revelations
While he was in the pitch dark cave up on Hira Mountain
Then why would we insist that these revelations came from God’s grace?
What if the spirit we think of as Gabriel had an entirely different face?
If God’s revelation is supposed to be good, and of supreme light
Then how can it be sent to the darkness of a cave, or within shadowy nights?
Yet still you object, against all forms of apparent reason
Yet still you claim my mouth to be full of damned treason?
If God’s revelation happens within the darkness of night or that of a cave
If it happens in a setting very similar to that of a grave
Then it isn’t of God, but rather of a spirit of a lower level
Must I be beheaded for saying that it’s probably of the Devil?
Yet if all the facts and truths came right to you
If all the clear evidence emanated through and through
You would still shut your eyes in the face of what’s true
Yet can’t we see that the truth is far, far due?
Yet if all the Devils, Angels and God told you otherwise
You would still consult your Sheikhs whom you claim wise
To reassure you that what reality shows are all lies
Can you not feel the veil of blindness covering your eyes?
Yet if the heavens cried and the Hells praised your stagnation
Even if the Devil himself saw method in your modes of damnation
Ye still will remain adherent to a religion which craves total domination
Must one die to see the truth in the afterlife through reincarnation?
Yet if floods fill the Earth along with volcanic rage
Lava filling the Earth for an entire sorrowful age
Ye would pray to Allah to strengthen our Islamic Sages
Even though it’s Allah and those sages who keep us in ignorant cages?
Yet if rationality came from an enlightened spiritual leader holding a staff
Ye would place him in a dungeon forever, associating him with the Devil’s witchcraft
Yet can’t we see the inversion of truths as I infinitely sorrowfully laugh
That it is us who’ve been fooled by the greatest lie, so cunning, so daft?
Yet if the whole world committed suicide in mass numbers
If we needed to bury them in mass graves dug far asunder
We still won’t see that without the rising of new prophets with characters so humble
Down the cycles of suffering and in infinite emptiness and darkness would we stumble
Yet even if we didn’t kill ourselves, we would still want
To do so, as there is no longer such a thing as a renaissance
As without a lit religion to lead the way, the Devil will daunt
Laughing at us while our days and nights he haunts
Yet even if I offered my blood upon a highly built altar
Seeing all the lies which continue to falter
Our souls, despite all my attempts to have things altered
It is still the Devil in our hearts that we continue to bolster
Yet even if I cried blood with a mind so deranged
By the suffering caused by seeing the truth, making me estranged
To everyone else who lives in lies which have a massive range
Still, still and still, you’d never want to change
In a cave so dark with no eye witness
Where no one can see the very clear resistance
Between Muhammed and God and the Angels
While all he summoned were damned Devils and Fallen Angels
This would explain a lot in our Islamic History
From killing newfound prophets to total hypocrisy
Of claiming to be self-righteous, while deep down inside
You wish that all disbelievers and Jews would brutally die
It ranges from violence to killing every last apostate
From repression to burning all books that correctly relate
To all forms of knowledge which disagree with our envisioned Islamic State
All of such malevolence goes on up until this date
It also ranges from old Caliphates to Abu Bakr’s war
Against mass numbers of apostates, and even when he at their door
He envisioned an entire world without disbelievers and apostates, for what he was fighting for
To have Islam spread from the sky to the Earth’s core, and behind every human home’s door
It also ranges from heightened ego and burning various synagogues and churches
Will we not heed the echoes of the lost voice of Winston Churchill?
He condemned Islam for tis totalitarianism and extreme political aims
But more than that, for seeing that Islam and Hitler’s Nazism are very much the same
Nazism and Islam are so closely related when it comes to the Jews
How can we refute this, when it is so evidently true
That Islam hates the Jews the same way Nazism does, if not more
For Nazism brings forth only political wreckage, while Islam wages against them religious wars
I would never want to attack Muslims, for I love you all
Before witnessing a blood drop leave you, would I rather wish my soul’s fall
All I want is to attack is the ideology of Islam, for behind its apparent beauty and light
Exists truths darker than all Devils that roam and night
But what if the truth is darker than what ever may seem?
There’s a theory deeper than the depths of a thousand dreams
Why is it that Abu Taleb refused to embrace Islam with a passion so wild
If he is the one who knew Muhammed ever since he was a child?
People claim to know Muhammed, but who ever knew him more truly
Than Abu Taleb, who on his own very undoubtedly
Raised the Prophet Muhammed as he was a child, before time came of age
Before he claimed the Final Prophethood title and that of the Last Sage
If he on his own raised Muhammed as he was still in youth
Then maybe Abu Taleb knew of Muhammed’s inner colors’ truths
Maybe he saw an ill side of Muhammed that none of us know anything about
Can we hear Abu Taleb’s spirit the truth it eternally shouts?
What Abu Taleb saw more clearly than the Sun’s beams Solar
Is that Muhammed at a young age revealed symptoms of Bipolar
And this is true as later in life all the Pagans in the region of Arabia’s Lands
Said that they’ve never seen actions more destructive than by Muhammed’s hands
Another indication that Muhammed surely had Bipolar tendencies
Is that within the Koran’s poetry and eloquent fluency
There is a sudden rise of joy then a descending into complete depression
This is why Muslims are kind and jubilant until you reveal Islam’s incorrections
The Pagans of Pre-Islamic Arabia complained
That Muhammed to all their beloved gods he brought disdain
Until one day he destroyed all 360 gods and goddesses of Mecca
Even Allah’s three daughter goddesses, Allat, Minat and Uzza
He left only the Supreme Rock God of the Holy Ka’abah, and that god we now know as the All-Seeing, All-hearing Allah
Yet although we’ve been worshipping an idol for 1,400 years
When we say Allah is not the God of Moses and Jesus, we burst into raging tears?
Yet me never claiming that Allah is naught but a heathen deity
Will have you raging, storming and swarming straight at me?
Pulling my head off my body, placing it on an obelisk or spike
And you say we have no resemblance to that of the Third Reich?
Why is it when a Muslim begins to doubt in Islam, or try to leave the religion
That his body begins to tremble with a frightening, seizure-like motion?
Shaking his body all along his prescribed Sheikh’s floor
As the Sheikh continues to recite the Koran upon his soul’s core?
This can relate with the darkest secret after Islam’s invention
Where even when one seeks to leave Islam in the name of redemption
His heart would panic and his eyes would grow blood-shot red
Until to the oblivion of darkness his heart has been led?
There’s a deeper reason as to why Muslims can never leave their faith
There’s an untold story which forces him into Islam to stayeth
In a regular Muslim country, when a Muslim decides to leave Islam
He WON’T be able to even though he knows it’s a scam
There’s something about the loss of faith in Islam that must be told
For with its conveyance will we know that to the Devil our souls have been sold
Upon the loss of faith in Islam, one would begin to feel this infinite fear
One so great, that nay will it be revealed by countless tears
That Muslim’s eyes will grow red, his chest will begin to constrain
From all the world’s light will his eyes begin to refrain
The apocalypse of his world will dawn over his sight, the room he’s in will be dark and damp
Yet this is all because upon his heart Allah placed and eternal seal and stamp
Something that all possessed Muslims have in relation
Is that ALL of them curse Islam with a language of damnation
Cursing Islam with the deepest expressions of their hearts
Yet people assume that it’s the Devil who ignites their rage to start
Have you not asked yourself, why is it that they curse
The foundations of Islam, why is it that on this living Earth
They bad mouth Islam with the deepest form of sincerity
And then they go about laughing and screaming hysterically?
We’ve asked if the truths behind Islam can get any darker
Yet upon all our hearts is written with permanent marker
That upon leaving Islam will we have unprecedented torment
When I say there’s no way out, now do you know what I meant?
Those people who are ‘possessed’, weren’t suffering because of an inhabited demon
These are amongst the most misunderstood women and men
Who were only trying to redeem themselves from the possession of Islam itself
Where the Hell do we hear of this, on your library’s bookshelf?
It wasn’t about being possessed, it was about dispossession
From the chains of Islam, yet even then we think of transgression
When these people are only trying to enter a different form of belief
To what extent have we brought this world untold grief?
For if all my blood poured out into an everlasting stream
Or if my brain matter evaporated in a soul crushing steam
That still would not express the pain of losing my faith and belief
Who would’ve thought that the truth itself would’ve brought me so much grief?
For if the skies cried and the rain constantly poured
If all the rivers dried out from water so pure
If space and time collapsed in a manner so extreme
How could I differentiate reality from just what seems?
There’s nothing more depressing than realizing the mental assault
Caused by the cunningness and deception of a brainwashing cult
With a message although beautiful disconnects from what’s real
Upon our hearts has it placed this eternal, damned seal
Imagine a world where a new prophet has risen
To that dream’s beautiful echoes will you not start to listen?
A world where hope itself will once again spring into being
One where hollow eyes once again have a chance at seeing
Yet can’t you see why our societies are now being led
Into a state that can only be described as dead?
It’s because the healing words of a new prophet never reached our hearts
Do you now see what has deeply caged us from the start?
But nay will we ever accept this, as our hearts have become hardened
It’s our weapons that are loaded, and knives that are sharpened
For even distantly accepting this would build in us untold rage
Will we not ever see that we are trapped in a 1,400 year old cage?
Yet we will never see that, even if all the wisps and spirits combined
Beg us and help us to a newer light to find
A light where the angels sing of enlightened beings
Yet we’re still afraid from ever, ever seeing
For our eyes have become blind, yet blind can’t explain
The fact that we are, deep down, far from a state sane
Our hatred is immense, yet immense still falls very short
Of describing the violent world we wish to have as our resort
The symbols of Chi, Xi and Stigma are all but irrelevant
And so is the history of Allah’s daughters, which only bring sediment
This is about the seal in our hearts, in which we kill all new prophets that rise
So that we’d continue to live in the illusory comfort of our own lies
Yet even if the sky turned red, and the clouds but disappeared
Even if Jesus himself ever happens to reappear
Telling you of the dark truths behind Islam to have us awakened
Even the very life of Jesus we would have right away taken
Yet even as I say this, our minds are still ultimately set
In a state in which our souls will never, ever let
The inevitably of change to swim about your current mode of belief
It’s as though we’ve become immune to the idea of relief
Imagine a world where a newer prophet takes a stand
Healing all people and inviting greenery upon the lands
Filling our hearts with a type of magic which in nature is white
Someone who can FINALLY show us the way into the light
One reminding is that a prophet is willing to lay down his survival
If it means nourishing our spirits in the best way possible
The misery of the world is in a state untold
Must we await for the Armageddon itself to unfold
Must we lay back and as Bob Marley said
Watch all our prophets become killed then dead?
And if a new prophet arises, what he ought to do
To create an open-minded person out of me and you
Is to create a religion which is in and of itself an open-minded philosophy
And not a religion which is a constricting, soul enslaving ideology
The Prophet Muhmmed knew all, all along
That not only people will be humming his religious songs
They’ll also slaughter all those who criticize him in any way
And kill ALL newer prophets if they had anything to say
This is the sad tragedy that Muhammed has placed us in
Although we’re not aware of it, everyday we’re committing sin
By blocking out God from those destined to be prophets
By twisting fate itself in a way we’d never from which profit
If we can’t see this by now, then we are totally still blind
And then we ask where on Earth is true love to find
If we all have become zombies, parroting the words of a mad prophet
But nay, nay and nay will we ever wish to end it
It’s NOT brainwashing, if Muhammed was just like any other messenger
Yet when we have to follow him for eternity, forever for him being preachers
Then life will become stagnated brainwashing, or even worse
One day we’ll cast upon the whole world Muhammed’s curse
If you can’t see this by now, you haven’t enough searched
For the truth, through hours of reading and endless research
You haven’t sought out the truth of the other side to the story
And even if you did, you’d deny all of it ignorantly
We have to face it, that we really don’t want the facts
For our Islamic faith is what keeps our sanity intact
For if the entirety of the universe’s spirits into our souls will come
They will never reverse the strict Muslims we’ve become
Yet what pains us all, is that we will forever refuse to change
Yet I can’t blame you for that, for the Islamic teaching’s range
Spreads along every single action you commit in your life
And abandoning that surely will bring you untold strife
For even if abandoning faith will bring you down into Hell
Through all the seven layers, you’d still have a story to tell
To your children, reminding them that you’ve adapted
To the 21st century have you become reincarnated
Yet even if you still yell the word blasphemy continually
I still won’t blame you, for that has become our reality
Even if you come up to me and behead me for my transgression
I still won’t blame you, but I’ll only ask for God’s intercession
Oh God, will you ever lend your hand to our torn hearts?
Oh Al Ilah, have you been the true God from the start?
For if your name literally means God, while Allah only means it illiterally
How, how, how far away have we drifted from reality?
Oh Al Ilah, will your grace fall upon hearts so broken
Will you place into a man’s heart amongst us a special token
A token that represents a pure heart, one that is golden
To speak your True Words, the ones that for long haven’t been spoken?
Yet still will we grab unto our faith, in a manner so tight
Against the Antichrist of Islam will we forever fight
Yet can’t you see the inversion, that the Antichrist that speaks Anti-Islamic words
May very well just be the saviour of the whole world?
The Prophet Muhammed’s thoughts on the End Times
Are very symbolic indeed, in fact intelligently sublime
Yet not Godly sublime, if you really think about what he said
Upon Muhammed’s own words will I dare to tread?
Beyond the grief that exists in all seven Hells
Beyond the untold misery of miserable water down a well
Beyond the sorrows of all parallel universes combined
Exists the most heart breaking truth behind Muhammed’s words you’ll find
Since Muhammed created the religion, he knows how it’ll end
Towards the afterlife Oh God will you not my soul to send?
For after these miserable realizations, afterwards you will be free
But I assure you that your eyes will greatly harm you once they again see
Muhammed spoke of the tale of the future Antichrist
However that Antichrist himself may just be Jesus Christ
Or someone who’s figured out the darkest truths behind Islam’s teachings
I do feel Allah is haunting me because of these lines I’m breaching
Muhammed said that the Antichrist will deceive you out of Islam
He reminded us that all of his words are of complete scam
And that whosoever follows him will enter Hell so dire
And whosever refrains from his deception will be saved from the fire
He also states that he’ll bring death upon all those who still believe
Using his miraculous power that he’s probably received
From the depths of Hell, from where his existence dawns
Surely Muslims will say that he is Iblis himself spawned
Yet can’t you see the inversion yet my confused friend?
To the Light of Truth will you hand not reach out and lend?
If we look deeper into the symbolism of Muhammed’s obscure words
An enlightenment like we’ve never seen will embrace the whole world
The people who take the side of the Antichrist will in fact be enlightened
Their hearts will be cured and their sight will be brightened
However those who remain in the Islamic Faith are those who hold on to blindness
Even though their Antichrist keeps showing them the darks truths of Islam with kindness
They hold on to their faiths even though it spiritually makes them dead
It’s as though they’re addicted to holding a molten hot rock, as Muhammed once said
Even though our Antichrist is pleading to them to appeal to the truths he’s shown
They’d still never give up the faith in which they’ve been raised and grown
There’s a very unheard method of great treachery
One that relates to dying in the greatest form of obscenity
Whenever one abandons his faith in Allah, will you but see
That some sort of black magic has engulfed thee
Yet your mind will never accept this, as it’s a part of your survival
To believe in Allah absolutely, and also in the revival
Of our souls on the Last Day, whereupon we’ll return to Allah’s hands
Even though it is he spreading ignorance upon the lands
There are many stories that speak of Allah’s revenge upon those
Who disbelieves Islam after once believing in it, and shows
To the world that he’s had enough of this spiritual oppression
Even I face this due to my religious transgression
It’s told that a disbelieving man’s head was found in a toilet’s water
He died of a heart attack, for fulfilled in Allah’s anger
Upon all those who DARE to cross the lines set by his code
Yet Allah perceives righteousness when we in his name self-destructively explode?
And what if I said that Islam is the main cause of all this technology
You may call me mad, but please do bear with me
In a land where a prophet rules, simplicity will only blissfully show
Where all we adhere to is nature and all the trees and beauty it grows
But since Muhammed is the Last Prophet, and no new prophet can arise
For 1,400 years the beauty of nature has merely left our eyes
We no longer have a prophet to show us the way to combine with nature so pure
No longer do we have someone to bring into our hearts a very needed cure
And so down the generations we’ve gone, with no prophets to lead the way
No longer to our nature and the universe’s nature do we have anything left to say
So we consorted only to science, and to technology so spiritually numbing
Do you not see the beautiful world I’m now hopefully summoning?
Imagine a world where we can meet a prophet face to face
Instead of clinging only to prophet who’ve long left the human race
Imagine a world where hope itself has a chance at existing
Yet why from such a world do we forever go on resisting?
Yet our hearts have become hard, yet that word is in vain
To explain this paramount suffering and enormous pain
Our heroes have all died, far down sorrowful graves
Yet a new enlightened world is something we’ll never crave
For we are used to darkness, and even if light showed
Even if nature once again peacefully and lovingly flowed
We’d still praise Muhammed, as the demigod of all times
We’d still bow before his grave as though he were sublime
Muslims are always afraid of associating anything with Allah
Yet within our prayers of Du’a and prayers of Salah
We praise the Prophet Muhammed as though he were a deity
Can you not see in that a serious form of naivety?
If a prophet is good in nature and that of intent
Then he would be humble rather than ordering us to have sent
Countless prayers to him, EVEN upon the mentioning of his name
So that even after he’s dead he’d have us mentally tamed?
Don’t you find it of Muhammed very, very greedy
To claim himself to be the Last Prophet of all destiny
So that forever will humanity slowly die in its misery?
So that we’d forget the very meaning of spiritual serenity?
Lower and lower down the Samsara’s cycle of suffering
Have we been driven as above us the Devil is rising
Throwing down at us molten hot rocks and rock gods that we’re still blindly worshipping
Yet even upon seeing that we still go about forever descending?
For through the space that permeates so very afar
In the beauty that exists with every shining star
With the love we carry for all that eternally exists
Upon the words of false gods unto others we forever insist?
For if the sky crumbled and the mountains fell
If tornadoes swept our tranquilities and hurricane as well
If volcanoes burst with lava revealing unto us nature’s displeasure
We still believe that a single man’s word is our only treasure?
For if space collapsed allowing other parallel universes through
If even time shifted and became reversed too
If Zeus’ thunder seized the sky trying to awaken our souls
We still inflict upon innocent apostates a very heavy toll?
For if your heart hardened into a state so stagnant
If it collapsed and life no longer can you stand it
If the winds of rage swept the Earth at a heart smashing rate
Ye still would never want to leave your heart-deadening faith?
For if the heavens descended to warn us of these lies
If Hell ascended to show us fires to our eyes
The fire that our times are currently enduring
You’d still think upon humanity the Koran would be curing?
For if the grasses of fields fell ill and ended up dead
If all writers combined revealed everything they’d wished to have said
If all spirits throughout all existence warned you of Islam’s threat
You still think to Muhammed you owe a limitless debt?
For if your Antichrist showed you the real truth of Islam first handed
If he goes about yelling truths while amongst you stranded
If he cries every time the truth he’s deeply and sincerely ranted
Still the words ‘Allahu Akbar’ you’d have continually chanted?
For if God himself came down from the heavens and pleaded
And told us all the important truths we’ve forever needed
If he lays his own divine survival in risk of sacrifice to have you awakened
Still, still and still the same destructive steps you would have taken
For if Gabriel himself descended and reminded you of the fact
That he’d never really made with Muhammed some sort of pact
By revealing to him nothing, but rather that Satan revealed to him the Koran
You’d still rage in absolute fury for the eternity of future dawns?
No matter how many times I may repeat
Nothing will ever remove from you that molten heat
Of pure, utter hatred you have towards the West and Jews
For we grind our teeth whenever we hear of them on the news
For our hatred for them is greater than the degree
Of the hatred of fires within Hell’s facilities
Where men are burnt of torment because of our limitless anger
Towards the Jews whom we continue to forever slander
Yet even if no reason existed, your hatred for the Jews
Would boil in flames that may die but rise anew
As though we were beasts spawned to end their existence
To show off to them our limitless brute strength and malevolence
Yet the world is silent, and even so the West
Who try to keep their mouths shut their very best
By not shouting out to the now depressed skies
That Islam is naught but a cult that creates all-permeating cries
Yet the arrogance in us shows that we’re of a supreme rank
So that if we owned all the military’s weapons and tanks
We wouldn’t think twice about bringing the world’s destruction
Yet even then, we won’t have the mental capacity to bring the world reconstruction
Yet all we do is claim that the Jews own the media and news
And whenever we wear our armour and ground troop shoes
We think we’re marching towards the rulers of all things sustenance
Yet can’t we see that all the Jews are doing is fighting for their existence?
Yet even as I say this, the hatred in us will never go
There is no hope for curing this ultimate and paramount hatred, so
All poets and writers may put their pens down in fearfulness
Knowing that this Hellish hate has a fate of continual persistence
The saddest of truths is that all the truths we’ve come to know
Only lies in the cloak of pleasantness they’ve but shown
Deceiving us with lies which has no precedent in all of history’s teachings
Oh Allah, will you stop tormenting me for these lines I’m breaching?
It’s as though Allah is whispering in my ears, warning of my destined doom
I feel his presence roaming about in my study room
As though he’s inflicting upon me curse after curse of damnation
While all I ask is that from his enslavement I perceive liberation
People may start to yell out of such blasphemy
Even though all I mention is of reality
Only the things which by essence you can feel
Yet you still go on escaping from the real?
There is something within our hearts imprinted after it was brought
It spells a certain word that goes by the name of Allah
Even if all the goddesses and gods of all distant worlds gathered
Still before losing your faith would you rather be shattered
For falsehood has become your truth so rigidly stern
And with its solidity your face has become very firm
It’s become your norm, to live in the depths of lies
Even if the ultimate truth came without doubt in front of your eyes
How will this Earth recover, if falsehood has become the prime
Instinct within us all, that we’d even stop time
If it would mean avoiding the inevitability of change and alteration
Must God but sacrifice himself to remove this damnation?
Back in the days of Pagan Arabia’s reign
In the days where there was substance in God’s pouring rain
The Meccans took over an idol that calls
Evil into our hearts, and it was called Hubal
Hubal was worshipped by the Moabites, for they saw it fit
To worship Hubal, the heathen deity which hasn’t lit
A single heart into the doing of what was good and kind
In ancient Muslim history this knowledge you’ll find
After a long time of the Moabites worshipping Hubal’s idol stone
A newer event took place from which a revolution shone
Kicking out the Moabites and naming Hubal a different heathen name
They called it Allah, whose qualities with Hubal are the very same
The reason people say Allah is a moon god
And this is surely something that may make us sob
It’s that it’s previous manifestation, Hubal, was a moon god originally
This explains the crescent moon symbol representing Islam, yet still against clear fact you revolt aboriginally?
The reason they saw fit that the name Allah can take its place
Is because he and Hubal really have the same face
If we look back to the Gematria secrets behind the number six-hundred three score and six
I do promise you that your lost Islamic faith is something you can’t fix
Yet if death itself fears you not, for life you’ll gladly give
If it means that so as long as you remain to live
You’ll remain under Islam’s spell, even though deep within the depths of your eyes
You infinitely cry, knowing that it’s all but a giant lie
Yet you will never awaken, and I will never blame you
It’s because you held Islam to be absolutely, fully true
Even though in reality it’s a cult which lethally deals with treason
Is there any point at all in inviting you to reason?
The whole world is run by the Devil, and there’s a reason why
Surely after saying this you give out a raging sigh
Yet may God give me the strength to have only truth and innocence on my lips
And if I don’t, I pray, you have my soul smashed and my heart ripped
The core problem is in Islam, yet by now if you see this not
Surely and most definitely, you’re not connecting all the dots
Let me connect them for you, so that you can see a grand scene
With the truth never before so alive I’ve ever been
Within Chi, Xi and Stigma we can see the relationship between 666 and Allah
There’s no need to even speak of Uzza, Minat and Allat
If one is enlightened, he can see that Islam is a Satanic religion
And it is the reason for the whole world going into oblivion
Islam has made its own people, Arabs, not able to be producing
In any way possible, to their talents it’s been abducting
Never in Islamic history have Arabs produced anything greatly beneficial
Into the mysteries of art and science we’ve been superficial
And more than that, our misery has reached heights unknown
The greatest forms of inner suffering our souls have shown
We rot further and further until death comes of age
All the while we remain concealed in an unrelenting cage
So now we agree that the East is bound by shackles
Now what about the West which we constantly tackle
Have you not noticed the rise in their mental illness and suicide?
So numb they’ve become, that they can’t remember the last time they’ve cried?
If you look deeper into it, you can see the world’s wheels turning
Now why is it that the West’s souls and hearts are forever burning?
Will you not think of what goes on every Friday, within our mosque’s walls?
Do you not hear the prayers our Sheikhs and Imams call?
In MOST mosques around the world
In every Friday prayer what constitutes the preacher’s words
Are prayers WISHING, and PLEADING that the WEST be destroyed
To have Allah’s Supreme Punishment upon its enemies employed
If you cannot see the trick of Satan hovering about the Earth
If you can’t see his keen desire to have upon it birth
Of countless generations who hate one another until all is lost
Until ever last one of our souls are of utter frost
Yet no side can be blamed, as we Muslims still don’t know
That Islam itself has a lot of Satanism to show
Through the Koran which surely is inspired by the Devil
If you can’t see this, you’re not high above the spiritual levels
If this were true, then a war would not resolve a thing
Nor would war battle drums with their hatred to sing
All humanity must come together, and sort this all out
What can a single poet if all he has are truthful shouts?
Muslims always ask, why have our prayers gone unanswered
Why hasn’t Allah yet killed those Western bastards?
Well we have killed them with our prayers, but on a deeper level
We’ve caused their souls to be lost, if not sold to the Devil
Yet still we think that our prayers have gone unheard
Yet I tell you not to worry, for you’re being absurd
If you look at their artists, singing songs of absolute grief
Nay, more than that, half the Western world have lost faith and belief
Behold, the greatest lie to ever have been told
One that without us knowing we’ve had our souls sold
Islam, the cultic religion where upon we’ve laid down our lives
Yet still in our countries we will never, ever thrive
For through the forests the animals themselves are confused
Sensing the wisps of Devils becoming with nature diffused
Seeing that their once beautiful world has gone depressed
Even the roots in the soil won’t come out, repressed
And even if all the facts were given to you
And these facts were all inevitably and undoubtedly true
Ye still would hold on for life dear, dear Islam
Even though I’ve lost my faith, a Muslim is still who I am
Even though I’ve lost my faith, how do you think I can escape
A lifelong indoctrination of calling Jews pigs and apes
A lifelong brainwashing that Islam is truer than all things beautiful
A lifelong calling in which to Islam I’m forever dutiful
You think I can escape the brainwashing set so severely
You think I can fully let go of something held so dearly
You think I can forgive myself for all of this unbound shame?
And you still ask why I don’t reveal my real name?
Yet despite the brainwashing I’ve endured, and so have we all
I was able to reform myself into a new man who stands tall
One who realizes that even from down in Hell there is hope
One who has found in himself having faith in and holding on to enlightenment’s rope
Yet although I’ve changed, I still fear you won’t
Despite all the actions that I may persistently do or don’t
Having you become reborn is of the greatest of all difficulties
Even more difficult than that, rebelling against your own deity
For Allah has a long history of punishing those who go astray
And those of whom depart from faith far away
But if Allah is merciful, why punish those who at times have forgotten
And why curse Jesus if he claims he is from God begotten?
This is not a poem aimed to have you angered
It’s not an attempt to insult you with claims so slandered
This is an expression of freedom, which can very much relate
To the 1.5 billion Muslims who are enduring an oppressed state
Upon a time, I came to know of a rather young girl
By watching an internet video, her voice sang all over the world
The innocence in her eyes was burning, mourning the Muslim’s spirits fall
As she tells her story so as to freedom she wished to call
Her eyes grew wild, with tears hovering about the surface of her eyes
Yet thankfully the whole world heard her when she sorrowfully cried
That she doesn’t want to be forced to marry at the age of eleven
Yet can’t we see now that we’ll be dragged down the layers of Hell, all the seven?
Her parents forced her to marry at an age so young
Oh how many cries for freedom have our children sung?
She said that her parents stepped and stomped on her dreams
Yet some shame on yourself you not even slightly deem?
She escaped the comfort and security of her family’s home
Out into the scary world she would have rather daringly roamed
Where she decided to live with her uncle, who had a heart much kinder
Yet even as I state truths your eyes hate and grow wilder?
For if you ask yourself, how can I leave Islam, for without it I’ll surely spiritually die
My days will be filled with silent cries and outward cries
Yet Christianity is there, and although I don’t believe it’s the ultimate truth of all the skies
When it comes to violence and hatred, AT LEAST it is very benign
Yet even if you don’t leave Islam, and forever refuse
To have your soul with another religion to become diffused
I won’t blame you as you’d never want to be severely confused
For if you convert deep down you’ll believe the afterlife you’ll lose
Yet that is not true, for the One True God is merciful indeed
His Divine Light will shine upon you the greatest of deeds
He’ll forgive you of all the sin you’ve committed in the Name of Allah
For the literal translation of the One True God in Arabic, is Al Ilah
The scariest thing in this world is not darkness
It is in fact light, for with it comes a madness
A beautiful madness, making you connect all nature’s dots together
One so enlightened, we’ll no longer be afraid of loving one another
For love has become our fear, yet more than that, a dread
Before loving a Jew we’d wish all our children would drop dead
Yet can’t you see that if God had a heart, he’d be eternally weeping
Surely the Divine Tears in his eyes with sacred cloths he’d be sweeping
Upon the creation of Adam and Eve, God wanted us to be free
Yet Adam and Eve ate from the Holy, Forbidden Tree
Which showed God that when he breathed life into Adam’s form
Humans themselves become demigods who cause riots and praise storms
Yet God knew this all along, for that was the first of failed tests
So he sent Adam and Eve upon the Earth’s abode where they’ll find rest
And told them live and multiply upon this blessed creation of the Earth
And once humanity has passed the Ultimate Test, into heaven will they embrace a rebirth
Besides breathing his soul into Adam’s sacred body
The knowledge of the Apple of the Tree of Knowledge had in Adam embodied
Divine Knowledge, which passed down subtly through our genetic code
Yet the Ultimate Test is to use this inherent knowledge to create on Earth a Peaceful Abode
God warned Adam not to eat of the Tree of Knowledge, lest yet become gods
For from you will arise omnipotent prophets whom people will kill in the name of fraud
For from you raids of destruction will roam upon the innocence of the Earth’s plains
And sometimes in the future your prophets will be locked up and called insane
God did not fear us becoming gods to remain higher than us in ranks
But rather because without God’s amount of wisdom, we’d surely have sank
Possessing godly knowledge while not having the wisdom coming from a god’s very long life experience to compensate
For with godly knowledge but without godly wisdom, surely Hell on Earth we’d create
An example of this would be Muhammed’s writing
Of the Koran which was inspired by fighting
All of those who did not coincide with his childish whims
Until the entirety of the Earth dies and it is Islam that wins
For Islam has you submitted and surrendered to a heathen deity all throughout
And while you constantly brainwash your children there’s no way out
You send masses of your own grown children chanting the words inspired by Devilish Demons
And the Koran itself devalues man into saying he’s naught but the result of a drop of semen?
For if you can’t see by now that Islam is a cult inspiring only death
If you can’t feel it making you starve for martyrdom with every breath
Then see what happens when you read Koran upon a heap or amount of water
Can you not sense the cells dying as the water grows blacker?
As I’ve said before, people who are said in Islam to be Devilishly possessed
Are those who only covertly wish to leave the chains and shackles of Islam, unless
They actually do deal with a sincere form of mental illness
And even then we think the Satanic Koran can cure them of their madness
For those who are ‘possessed’, the Sheikhs and Imams gather a heap of water
And read the Koran upon it as the water dies and turns blacker
Its color changes, as though death itself was being read upon its nature
Only so we can rinse this dead water upon the poor, possessed creature?
I fear a day, one which will very evidently and eventually come
When Muslims truly become deaf, blind and dumb
When they realize that Islam is naught but a Satanic Cult which has the heathen deity Allah on its side
And then mass numbers of Muslims feel absolutely no choice but to sincerely and innocently commit suicide
For if that happens, and it is very obvious that it will take place
And I wouldn’t be angry at all if you call me mad or insane in my face
Millions will take their own lives, all the way to God to send
Truly I say, infinitely sorrowfully, isn’t that how all cults end?
For if you can’t see that by now, it’s all too very early
We’re still in the beginning of this process, and very surely
If you can’t see this, then all the dots ye yet not have connected
Truly those who leave Islam become with sanity disconnected
The reason we’d commit suicide, is that our whole lives we’ve seen only darkness
And if the Light of Knowledge comes upon our eyes as we’re unprepared, surely there will be a madness
One which reminds us that all of it is naught but a lie of damnation
With which we’d either kill ourselves or resort to the inevitability of self-destruction
Yet it is too early for that, and I REALLY do wish that day never comes at hand
Yet for it not to come an awakening must embrace our lands
Steering us towards the truth that will liberate us all
This is probably what God would say if unto us he would call
Yet still after all of this clear evidence you remain in denial
Can we not see that it is of God’s biggest and greatest trials
For us to seek truths and live by them for as long as we live
For is it not only in truth that true, sincere love to everyone we’ll give?
For with the waves that crash along the distant shores
With the breezes and winds that fiercely soar
With life itself inspiring our beings straight to the core
Beyond age old lies will we not ask of life more?
For with the inexplicability of the mysteries embracing our beings
With our abilities to observe the world with God-inspired seeing
With the spires of castles we touch in the midst of our dreaming
Still from truths no matter how dark we end up fleeing?
Yet I will never blame you for holding on to your Islamic beliefs
For without it I know you will face untold grief
Yet if we can’t adapt to the open-mindedness of this century we’re facing
Would we not in a tiny circle find ourselves tracing and retracing?
Yet still if you don’t give up your Islamic beliefs at all
If before that you’d rather witness the Entire Earth crumble and fall
I still won’t blame you, never, not at all
For I know how precious it is to you hearing the mosque’s Athan and God’s call
Yet still if you hold on to your faith stronger than all humanity’s strength combined
If in your heart there is only Allah’s seal and Muhammed’s love to find
I still won’t blame you, and while I say this I cry
I understand that before losing your faith you’d rather die
Yet this poem is not to deceive you out of Islam
This is just to show you who I’ve become and who I am
After having lost my faith in Islam, never before have I been free
Although my eyes do hurt me for this is the first time I actually see
For within Islam there exists truths so dark
Into their discovery I have constantly embarked
On an adventure diving deeper into its aspects not shown
The dark secrets I still until today wish I’d never known
For throughout the aeons of time, dark ideologies have taken form
And despite their darkness, they’ve all become the accepted norm
So that even if a prophet upon a mountain its darkness he called
We wouldn’t sleep at night until we made sure his spirit falls?
Yet the secret truths get deeper, yet still you close your eyes?
You still pray unto Allah upon the blessed and sacred skies?
For him to restore the veil of ignorance around your unenlightened face
Until Allah’s ignorance spreads upon the entirety of the human race?
The Bible and Torah have existed long before the Koran’s revelation
And Hebrew is a language that existed long before the Arabic’s languages emanation
So whatever they have to say about Islam ought to be obviously true
Yet still from Mecca to Medina you think Muhammed on a carpet he’d flew?
There’s a certain word in Hebrew that if transliterated
You’d think that complete blasphemy unto you I’ve instigated
That word is alah, which must be known upon all Muslims of the Earth
It means a solemn and strong oath, but an oath with the nature of a curse
It’s all so clear who Allah really is and Islam for that matter
They’re a deity and religion that causes an oath-driven, cursed death upon all matter
Judging by how one would read upon water Koranic verses to have it turned black
Please do tell me if truths on my tongue have gone on the wrong track
Although God created Adam and Eve to be spiritually free
Eve succumbed to the Devil’s whims and ate of the Tree
So God sent them upon the dangers of the Earth to live and multiply
Yet can’t you see that God’s Ultimate Test is for us to have things rectified?
God’s Ultimate Test is not for us to be on this Earth to commit good and bad actions
Whereby we’ll be judged by God for these actions so he’ll choose for us Hell or Heaven as a haven
The Ultimate Test is for us to be able to bring peace and thus Heaven upon THIS world
Wherein the children of future generations can taste happiness, all the boys and all the girls
Yet even if God himself came down and told you about this joke
The biggest lie of a joke that has deeply and inherently broke
Our souls and our bodies into surrendering and submitting to the beast
Still, still and still you’d chant his Great name upon your streets
Maybe there is no hope for our long sought redemption
For very deep into our psyche Islam has placed its inception
Making the removal of brainwashing almost a complete impossibility
Yet still I am earnestly trying to bring myself back to reality
For although the world may appear flourishing materialistically
One a spiritual level, never before have we faced such a poverty
With every thirty seconds passing, one goes about to commit suicide
While shouting out to God and the skies, “I’ve really tried God! I’ve really tried!”
For how can this not be true, if a heathen deity who lurks below
Is being worshipped by 1.5 billion Muslims while placing their foreheads, noses, knees and toes
One the floor, as they pray to him of all sorts of rewards and industry
How many prophets with all their messages do we need to end this insanity?
For within the lowest depths of fell the Demons call forth
All Devilish beasts that will spawn on this blessed Earth
Blotting the sun and all the stars that lie north
All awaiting for Allah’s seed unto the world’s Antichrist to give birth
For the entirety of the Muslim race will praise Imam al Mahdi
Who is the Antichrist of Earth really in reality
And all shall wear his mark upon their foreheads and arms
And those who turn to apostasy will receive from them massive harm
For the clouds will redden and rain will pour wildly
While all of us Muslims will riot against the disbelievers in a manner so childishly
In fact, in a manner so, very Satanically,
If you will but see things from this perspective
All of this because of Sheikhs who fed us with words manifesting as brainwashing sedatives
For if you can’t see this coming, then far are you from what’s real
Can you sense the hatred in our hearts, can you really feel
The Devil from the lowest layer of Hell possessing our very forms
Making us never give in until Islam upon the world has become the norm?
Yet the war is real, and it is a spiritual one in nature
One between the One True God’s followers and Allah’s trained creatures
So deeply conditioned to exact Hell upon all those who refuse to bow
Before the Almighty Allah as Allah brings forth storming clouds
For if Gabriel descended upon this beat Earth
He’d cleanse the land from Islam which has placed a curse
One which equates through witchcraft’s Gematria the number 666
For the cleansing of the Earth from Satan is the only thing that will have things fixed
This is no battle for lands neither is this a materialistic war
One that relates to the horrors awaiting at Heaven’s Door
For the only thing the Devil can’t help but ask for more
Is for corpses and dead skeletons to arrive through innocent waves and shores
Can you not see it, the blood flowing from all cursed directions?
One which between obvious good and evil we’ll place a blatant dissection
Dividing Muslims from Non-Muslims by placing upon their foreheads a mark in calligraphy written Allah
Saying and revealing to all Non-Muslims the words, “The Greatest is Allah!”
For the end is nigh, and it is something that fears me more than the burst of thunder
Than winds and tornadoes that would drift me far asunder
Than volcanic eruptions that fill lava here and far yonder
Than all the horrifying tales sung by forefathers
Yet still you are blind, and even further than just visibly concealed
To the hands of Satan after all such knowledge will you still but yield?
Can you not detect the mark on your heart that has placed a Satanic seal?
To make Islamic domination upon the entirety of the Earth your only zeal?
Yet there’s no need to believe me if you will but do your research
For the truth will you not devote time in an effort full search?
Or will we continue to burn down every synagogue and church
If we don’t even know what inside them does lurk?
Will our hearts be closed down to all of what’s tangible?
Have not our hearts from reality become rather detachable?
That once we’re in illusion, we sing songs of beautiful praise?
Yet when we’re faced with reality’s facts, the torments of all cursed Hells will we raise
For in the depths of all human history, none can ever compare
To the deceit of Muhammed to cast the mark of the beast himself upon all humans and generations to come
Yet even after knowing this still to the Devil do you succumb?
For with the understanding of Chi, Xi Stigma’s deep rooted symbolism
Can you not see that the symbol Chi (χ) looks a lot like the symbols of Nazism (卐)
Which could explain why Hitler became allies with a Sheikh named Al Husseini
To unite forces to exterminate ALL Jews from ALL the Earth’s terrains and seas?
Yet there’s deeper symbolism behind the cursed number 666
For if Angels with the Devils there’ll never be a chance for them to mix
Then the only way is for me to take the Angel’s blessed side
This is after once upon a time for Islam I would have gladly died
Do you not hear the whispers of Allah, so deeply in your pumping veins?
Reminding you of the magnitude of the massively unforgiving shame
That comes upon you if you ever decide by Islam not to be tamed
By reminding you that upon leaving you’ll surely die and forgotten is your name?
Yet the symbolism goes deeper, yet still you close your ears
For truth on blind eyes will surely bring them untold tears
Yet I have no intention of harm, but only the truths I’ve learned from others
The truths that if shone we’d have a chance of FINALLY loving one another
For the madness of Earth is great, going in untold lengths
Yet ALL I keep doing, is asking for God the strength
To have not a single lie upon my lips to linger
Will we not peace upon all of Earth become hopeful bringers?
Yet still you raise the Koran to the sky in all of your revolutions
In every time you ever spark up a religious rebellion
Even though you haven’t thought about anything from the Koran you’ve read
Have you but tossed away everything I have until now have said?
Yet you will toss it out, for ignorance is what you need for survival
While all I really ask for is for a chance of revival
Of your souls into a higher dimension of spirituality
Yet still you support Allah’s Divine Law which surely brings only insanity?
Have you not counted the amount of times you say Allahu Akbar in your prayers
Through the SIX days of the week excluding the Friday Prayer, you’ve unknowingly become summoning callers
Of Satan himself by saying Allahu Akbar exactly 666 times throughout those six days
When will you but see that only darkness in Islam does there lay?
Yet even if you reject all this, I swear I won’t blame you whatsoever
For I know how precious Islam and Allah are to you, so that forever and ever
You’d maintain his Remembrance upon your lips and tongue
Yet why do I CRY when I have a sincere feeling that it’s only truths that on my lips be sung?
Yet still if you have this book burned and curse my name for eternity
I still won’t blame you, for it’s INFINITELY sad that in reality
We’ve all been brainwashed by a cult created by Muhammed’s sly use of the pen
And if I cause that much pain, I do pray that God brings my life to an end
I’ve already thought of ending my life, but how can I do such a thing?
If I’ve already ventured to the West’s side of the ring
And have discovered all the lies that Muhammed upon us he’s called
Just how can I BUT NOT by the pen record this all?
These truths come NOT from me, but rather from others who’ve had the truth sought
The truth that I’ve told you before is something for which I’ve forever fought
Some of them are I.Q al Rasooli, Wafa Sultan, Sam Solomon, Musab Hasan, and Salman Rushdie
The same people you’ve wanted to carry out a fatwa by a revered Mufti
Yet despite all of this hate and violence, I still won’t blame you
For your Imams and Sheikhs truly brainwashed us through and through
By making us HATE the Jews no matter what the case may be
Wherein the REAL MADNESS is that they’ve made that HATE a part of your religiosity
I will say something, not in an attempt WHATSOEVER to have you angered
This is a perspective explaining why our minds are so dangled
Can we even BEGIN to define the true meaning of mental health
Does it not mean the extent to which we as human beings contribute to the world, to what breadth?
The Jews have MASSIVELY contributed to the world’s prosperity in all fields
Yet WHAT HAVE WE contributed to the world by forging swords and gathering human shields
Never ONCE have we attained a Nobel Prize Winner who’s brought this world progression
Because all we do is PRAY for our Antichrist Imam al Mahdi’s intercession
Yet even as I say this, RAGE fills the surface of your face with blood
Summoning a NEED to have my blood flowing away from my body in a streaming flood
Yet that is NOT my goal, for ALL I want for you and me
As I’ve said before, is to reassess our beliefs to create a NEW world for our eyes to see
It is NEVER too late, to reform ourselves in a way in which to be productive
Besides obeying ONLY Koranic writing which are rather violently, if not Satanically, seductive
We CAN reach new heights in human flourishing whereby instead of TAKING and TAKING everything for ourselves
We’d be able to FOR THE FIRST TIME, GIVE and GIVE something to offer the world assistance, prosperity and help
This has not anything to do with being an Arab, for that claim can be refuted
It lies within the destructive desire of our Islamic Faith, which we ought to have rebooted
Reprogramming our minds into an open-minded faith which constitutes a philosophy
Rather than clinging on to war mongering verses and sayings within our Islamic Ideology
Is there ANY hope for upon our eyes there be an awakening?
To embrace a form of belief that’s not destructive, but rather liberating?
To have our children instead of being brainwashed granted the chance at seeing
That our ETERNAL hatred for the Jews will have everything destroyed, rather than in a state of flourishing and building?
Yet all these words I say STILL fall on ears unattended
For surely if I am in your hands you’d have forced me to have my words repented
Yet within the beauty of the world, I’ve learned that this world isn’t a game and toy
And this world ought to be ruled by men who BUILD, not destroy
Yet after all of the words, despite the obvious truths they portray
You’d turn to your Imams and Sheikhs and start to say
That there’s a mad man, speaking ill of Islam’s doctrines
And he would, yet and yet again, fill your head with brainwashing concoctions
Behold, the coming Muslim Antichrist is surely nigh
To higher in our ranks and shall proudly rise
Upon his throne to lead the people under his Holy Caliphate and nation
To bring DESTRUCTION upon the Jews and Christians, if not ALL other religions
Yet even if all the facts are given right before our brainwashed eyes
Our eyes would boil with the need to strengthen our Muslim ties
With all other friends and family who share the same views as yours
Even though the entirety of Islam is false straight to the core
If we can’t learn to change and adapt to the demands of these times
By forming terrorist groups and under Islam we justify our crimes
We WILL be wiped off the Earth, as it’s obvious God conquers evil
We WILL lose the Holy War if the only language we understand are bombings and rifles
I KNOW change is scary, especially when it comes to belief
Yet here I am as an example to possibly give you relief
Showing you that it IS possible to reform yourself, reincarnated and anew
Yet we still can’t see that after martyrdom comes Hell where we’ll chant in infinite misery, “If ONLY I knew!”
We live in times when prophets and those who are wise
Are nothing but jokes and are but mad men to our eyes
Yet I say, as I’ve already said, with no new prophets being allowed to rise
Then we can’t complain when the whole world spiritually dies
We live in a world where no wise voice is revealed upon an altar
Of some sort of destiny, so as to be able to alter
The sin and depressions that have our souls faltered
While within from light we remain spiritually sheltered
Despite all of these truths, you’d all say that very surely
That all of my words are said in a way insincerely
For surely behind my writing there is some sort of conspiracy theory
Yet can’t you see how far your claims are from reality?
This is only me writing this, for no one is propping me with a support
Surely you’d say that with the West’s whims I truly consort
To write words inspired by their Devils, but yet again, will you not see
How far your assumptions are from reality?
This is not some deceptive attempt to have you misguided
Surely within our mosques our Sheikhs would probably call me mad or even retarded
Yet still I wouldn’t be angry or sad, for all I want is for you to be
To be once again reincarnated from the past into the now, into reality
Yet the sadness is infinite, and further than that far beyond
That we’re willing to sing all of our righteous religious songs
When one becomes an apostate, even though his pleas are sincere
We kill all those who are able to once again see clear
For the sorrow is infinite, and so we’ve become used to it
Even though Islamic Truths are all but counterfeit
Pirated from the Bible, wherein between its lines
Only warnings of doom to disbelievers and apostates does it shows signs
What I am to say will have people in total rage
For I may be provoking an anger stored for many an age
However isn’t that the regular response of one stored in a cage
Who through the levels of knowledge-based, spiritual maturity haven’t passed the first stage?
Why is it that your heart boils with untold fury
Expelling from you heart all calming angels, wisps and fairies
Whenever one speaks of something not akin to your beliefs
Surely with your immaturity you’ve brought the world massive grief
Why is it when someone speaks against our brainwashed agendas and plans
We all shout, “We surely must kill or stone that man!”
Why is it that you’ll never be open to any debate on this matter?
Why is it that all men who speak otherwise you brutally shatter?
Why is it that whenever one disagrees with what you have to say
You make sure that that man no longer lives another day
Why is it that you either slash his being with your mighty swords
And if not that you send them off to the nearest psych-ward?
Why is it that we forever be inherently unreceptive
To all those who merely hold a different form of a perspective
Relating to a view which opposes your own view of hate
Why is it that all of those you make sure you annihilate?
For the concept of the Umma and United Islamic Nation
Surely would lead a society to a severe form of a stagnation
For without people forming individualistic ideas and different views
Never will the society prosper to reform itself into something anew
For a society only springs to life when opposing views are respected
Instead of forcing opposing ideas to be swiftly repented
We should cherish the fact that open-minded debate will nourish
A generation of young men to love seeing their society grow and flourish
Throughout the history of the Hamas-Israeli wars
The days when many of the dead to the afterlife soared
The only thing the Jews kept on forever insisting
Is that they do have the right on Earth to remain existing
A total of THREE times they’ve offered to live side by side
They sincerely wanted peace by separating s from them into two separate states, so that none would’ve died
They sincerely wanted peace by separating us from them into two separate states
Yet such peace offerings is something with which we’d never relate
For our hatred towards the Jews goes deeper than all what may be thought
There’s a deeper reason in which forever we’d have them fought
Its roots lie deeper within the roots of the Holy Koran
Which orders us to hate the Jews to the core as well as their Torah
If we wish to keep believing in such hatred, to have madness in us instilling
If we wish to justify by raising our Koran this massive killing
Then let’s do so, if curing such hatred will embed in us negative sighs
Then in the Name of Allah, let’s watch all the children die
I truly do wish Islam were the Ultimate Truth of all creation
I truly do wish that it were a lonely spirit’s instigation
If only it were truer than all the clouds and all the skies
Yet what I am to do if Islam threw massive lies straight at my eyes?
Can you not see the cycle of doom, forever going on?
The cycle of brainwashing embedding us in a wrong
Perception as to what humanity really, fully means
By crushing with a religious façade all our dreams
Can you not see, the imprisonment we place in our children at a young age?
Keeping them behind eternal bars of a long lost cage
Filling their heads with Anti-Semitism to build in them rage
That grows and grows all the way until death comes by age?
Can you not see the inhibition Islam has placed on our hearts?
By condemning every last form of expressive arts?
By constantly reminding us that dreams have no position
In our lives, yet all that matters is our religiously zealous ambitions?
Can you not see the cycle of Buddha forever descending
Eliminating all possibilities of possibly transcending
Our minds with limitless artistic expression based upon everything you look
Yet again and again we say all inspiration comes from a single Holy Book?
You may be angered by me when I speak of politics
You may call me one who is mad or even worse very sick
Yet that was never my goal, to build in you a fury of negativity
Can you not see that all I want for this world is boundless liberty?
Yet the lies are so clear, and I’ll go further
Although I say these truths with no amount of fervour
I’m trying my very best to show you what lies buried
Within Islam, yet away from obvious truths you very much hurryingly scurry?
Behold, the ultimate test set before the whole of humanity
The truth behind Islam surely would cause one insanity
To know that for a lifelong he believed in fallacies
Yet when will we ever have the courage to face reality?
For the darkened truths get deeper, will you not take heed
Of the truths you ought to know, ones that you need
To pass on to your legacies, children and seed
To pass on the truths of Islam before future generations bleed?
Yet still you cover your ears, and hide your sight and vision
From truths which have carefully by others underwent a revision
So that upon your ears not a wrong word would be said
Yet all we still dream is that all Jews be eradicated and dead?
Behind TV screens our children lay, watching episodes and clips
Consisting of cartoon characters who from Ariel Sharon’s blood take gulping sips
Telling them over and over that Jews don’t deserve to live
If children are brainwashed as such, what to the world would they have to give?
What could they offer the world besides a destined destruction?
One which denies all possibilities of peaceful construction
Aimed at the Jews and the West for the rest of eternity
Will you not step back and realize this ferocious insanity?
Yet EVEN if Israel was ours and all Jews were dead
Can you not see from the words by far I’ve said
That our next targets would lie in the landscapes of the West
Can you not see that our thirst for destruction will not rest?
But there’s a reason, one in which you’d forever go about denying
Yet still for falsehood you’d willingly want to be dying
If you don’t take the time to read the Koran, and then
THINK about what you read, to a stable, peaceful world our souls will not send
Yet the hardest realization that will ever meet you on this Earth
Is that everything you’ve ever believed in since birth
Were all lies and in their core rather Satanic
I KNOW by this point you’d call me insanely erratic
Will you not reflect upon the Hindu-Arabic numerals
Surely me saying this would bury me in the saddest of funerals
But if the English numbers came from Arabic numbers
There is a truth for which I’d dangerously become a heraldic caller
Can you not hear the echoes of the far distant past?
Listening to precious voices of truth callers that last?
In such a courageous manner so that upon us they cast
A long wanted freedom for us to take off these masks?
Can you not hear the pleads from long forgotten souls?
Who in their pain were willing to pay a heavy toll?
Of fleeing their dead bodies to reveal to us truths long cast astray
The souls who are BEGGING for only truths to pave the way
Can you not hear the cries of the 8th century Hadith writers
Who for truth they’ve constantly been relentless fighters?
Revealing truths that by current Sheikhs are casting around them a sheath
By revealing ONLY the recordings within the 18th century Hadiths
Our TRUE Islamic History has been hidden, for Sheikhs only reveal recent
Writings of Hadith, which makes you ask if they have a decent
Set of inventions, showing you only a shallow side of facts
Will we not in truth’s name choose to bravely act?
Think about this in a manner so deeply
Erase all in your mind so that you’ll think clearly
If Arabic numerals and English numerals are of the same
Will you not brace your eyes before a system that has you tamed?
With English numerals, 666 represents the number of Satan
Yet Muhammed has used this number in a manner so blatant
Yet it’s still concealed before your eyes, if you will but see
The enigmatic Satanic code he’s set upon thee!
Will you not look at the cover of your Koran?
And for 1,400 years this spell has cast forever on
It says, “Al Koran Al Kareem”, yet three of its recorded punctuation marks
Are three upside down sixes, and yes I DO know that such a claim is extremely dark!
If we can’t see truths, when will we ever be free
When will there dawn a day when we can once again see
Is it not a part of our lit and proper destiny
To detect age old witchcraft that has befooled you and me?
For the world has had enough of misery and suffering
And these words on my mouth for long have been beckoning
For I promise you that when God reveals to you the dark Islamic truths in the Final Reckoning
I would never want there to be on your tongue eternal regretting
The reason I write this, is not to change you in this life
I am trying to withhold from you Hell and its sufferable strife
By showing you that all along it’s Satan that we’ve been worshipping
It’s his name and that of the Antichrist who we’ve been summoning
I am NOT a prophet, but only a poet that research he’s done a lot
Someone who’s connected all of the darkened, horrifying dots
Only so that you can hear the unheard warnings of all those spirits
The truth calling spirits, can you hear their begging, can you hear it?
Imagine a day when Israfeel the Angel sings the Judgment Day’s Last Song
And then God tells you that you’ve been worshipping Satan all along
How shocked will you be then, when you’re greeted only with Hell
And even more knowing that to the Devil you had your soul to sell
If the shock comes now, it’s better than after
Hearing it in the Days when God calls the hereafter
To judge us all regarding what we’ve done and where we’ve been
How will we feel then when we’ll have just realized, that our whole lives were a sin?
Is it not better to receive the shock of truth now, before it’s too late?
When all the way until the afterlife you’ve had only hate?
And when God judges you and tells you you’ve gone far astray
In such massive shock what words would you have to say?
Yet even then God wouldn’t send you to the Fires of Hell
As we never knew that we had our souls to the Devil to sell
We had NO idea that Islam is far from what’s lit and true
And God will probably say, “I forgive you, for you know not what you do.”
If ONLY there were a way, to not have the truth shown
Without hatreds in our hearts to forever be grown
Yet the hypnosis of this spell has us all in infinite misery
For only within these unfortunate truths will we face reality
And ONLY with reality will our eyes be reborn
For only then will we have solemnly sworn
To make peace within reality, and to remove from us this shade
For within ignorance this destruction will never fade
With ignorance people will destroy believing it’s right
They will for no good reason put up endless fights
For that is what happens when concealed is their sight
From the One True God, Al Ilah, who shows his Divine Light
Al Ilah is not a god which I made up and I’m preaching
For I’m only a poet, and prophethood is a line I’d never be breaching
For Al Ilah LITERALLY means The God, the God who will set you free
While Allah ILLITERALLY means The God, the name of a rock god who has fooled you and me
Yet again and again, I will be called mad and crazy
All labels put on my head will shout out “Insanity!”
Yet ALL I’m trying is to put my humble thoughts down in words
Before World War 3 or my short life span leaves this world
Imagine that a day comes, when God has us judged
And he asks you why for the Jews you carry such a loathsome grudge
A day when he asks you how could he allow you into a Paradise
If the hatred Islam implanted in you inflicted upon the world’s serenity a heavy price
Imagine a day, when God asks you in a deep and sincere way
How is it that you would forever and constantly pray
For the destruction of the Jews, who are just like us, human beings
What if he asks you, “What veil of hatred has covered your seeing?”
Imagine a day when God ponders over your actions
By placing upon children these intangible sanctions
By reminding them that death will be your apostasy’s destiny
What if God asks you, “How little mercy do you have, how far are you from reality?”
Imagine a day when the gates of Hell hungrily awaits
For all those who’ve inspired upon this Earth nothing but hate
Will God not ask you of this hatred you’ve spread, this curse
That paradoxically in God’s name we’ve spread upon the whole Earth?
Imagine a day when God himself starts to but cry
When he even regrets the Earth’s creation with a very long sigh
Asking us how could we brainwash our children into pure hatred
What if he asks us, “In what form is that holy or sacred?”
Imagine a day when God asks us of our committed sin
And after he studies our actions and the state in which we’ve been
Asking us how could it be of good to burn synagogues and churches
What if he asks us, “Exactly what EVILS lie beneath your heart’s surface?”
Imagine a day when God merely gives up on his creation
Having witnessed the current state of the Earth’s stagnation
Asking us what in my name good have you offered the world?
What if he asks us, “What forms of hatred lie beneath your arrogant words?”
Imagine a day when God sees how we’ve used his name
Using it to have the whole world under Islam tamed
Asking us what is good about forming gangs and guerrillas by your side
What if he asks you, “All the love I’ve offered your heart you’ve forever denied?”
Surely, if I was God, then I may have ended my life
With some sort of ethereal cosmic dagger knife
After having witnessing spirituality going down to zero
After having watched the fall of all its heroes
Yet even God is suffering, with all his Divine Might
Watching all of us willing to put up a fight
In the name of a cult leader, Muhammed, who never cared about us at all
Still behind a single man’s dreams do we choose to crawl?
No matter how much I may wish to have myself civilized
So that a greater state of consciousness I may realize
Still I am bound by the brainwashing dug deep in my brain
And in that act of liberation I have gone insane
For I’ve already said this, that upon blinded eyes
True light will be deflected, for such conditioned lies
Can never escape a mind who’s willing to cry
To Satan himself for aid, up until it dies
For those who say the Koran is so very supreme, that surely Muhammed from Gabriel had received a revelation and vision
Will we not understand that ALREADY in the Jahilia Period there existed the greatest Arabic Poetry ever written
And then we say that if he’s illiterate, how can he ever had been able to write
But with dozens of writers surrounding Muhammed, all Muhammed has to do is recite
Upon a time with Quraysh’s conflict with Muhammed’s Muslim tribe
A man named Abu Lahab, Abu Taleb’s brother, disturbed the vibe
Of joy and happiness towards Muhammed and his religion
The voices of Abu Lahab and the like in Muslim countries are lost in oblivion
Muhammed was Abu Lahab’s nephew, so he knew him very well
Is that why he wished Muhammed would burn in Hell?
Once Muhammed stood upon a Hill and warned of Allah’s torment
Abu Lahab threw a rock at him and later asked him, “Will you not prove it?”
Upon his ears Abu Lahab said with sincerity
That Muhammed promises him things he can’t see, and are not within reality
He said that Muhammed promises Muslims these things after they die
“What has he put in MY hands after that?” He then cried
Later Abu Lahab had with his nephew Muhammed a discussion
He asked Muhammed what he’d get if he embraces his religion
Muhammed answered that you would be rewarded with what all Muslims get and you’ll see what they see
Abu Lahab then asked, “Is there not any preference or distinction for me?”
Muhammed asked what more would he want, what other rewards would he wish to reap
Then Abu Lahab answered with words which surely cut deep
He said may you and your religion perish with a destructive strike
So that ALL men and ALL women would truly be alike
Can you not detect that Abu Lahab is one of those truth calling spirits begging
For us to be awakened, as he roams around us hovering
Shouting in our ears the hidden truths behind Muhammed and Islam
He may be shouting, “The truth in my voice, was KILLED by Muhammed. Why? For being an intellectual individual. For being who I am!”
And after a while when Muslims grew very powerful
Something happened to Abu Lahab, very, very sorrowful
It is so sorrowful that any rational person would call it repulsive
The following actions prove the violence of a cult to be rather impulsive
In a tent, where Abu Rafi’ and Abbas’ wife, Lubaba, were on the other side
Abu Lahab heard something of them in which he later died
When Abu Rafi’ heard that holy men were riding in white between heaven and Earth, which Abu Lahab knew to be only a fable
Abu Rafi’ could not contain his extraordinary happiness and joy and exclaimed aloud, “They were angels!”
Abu Lahab got angry, and although he was a pagan and was animistic
His following actions really had nothing to do with being barbaric
He did them so that truths wouldn’t die out with everyone believing
In mere falsehoods, which include the revelations Muhammed was receiving
Upon hearing those words, Abu Lahab got angry and stood up in a manner abrupt
He went over to Abu Rafi’ and began to ferociously beat him up
For the truth is at stake, and everyone is now apparently believing in lies
So Abu Lahab must defend rationality and truth, even if he must die
At this time, Abbas himself was not in town
So Abbas’ wife, Lubaba grew cross with an unmatched, angry frown
She took the nearest tent pole and slammed the pole on Abu Lahab’s head, and went about to say,
“Do you think you can abuse him just because Abbas is away?”
The wound on Abu Lahab’s head was so severe
That his skull split open and his brain was visibly clear
The wound is said to have turned so septic, and all forms of balance in his body were interrupted
That some parts of his body into open pustules have erupted
It is often said that in general, men tend to be more violent and blood-thirsty
That men have a greater chance of acting brutally and sadistically
But for Islam to even make a woman, Lubaba, act so ferociously
Then a fair deduction would tell us that such actions were inspired Satanically
Yet EVEN after he died, his relatives had a dream so blatant
And surely a rational mind would deduce that it’s from the deception of Satan
Of Abu Lahab suffering for an eternity within the depths of Hell which will be his only resort
And they kept claiming that he will receive absolutely no ounce of comfort
And so Abu Lahab’s voice went into complete nothingness
Lost in the echoes of time into the hidden and confound darkness
Although his spirit lives on, carrying with it its pleading voice
Yet we still wouldn’t give up our faith even if we had the choice
I would never attack ignorance merely because it helps us sleep at night
But rather because it makes us willing to put up a fight
In the Name of falsehood, leading to unwanted destruction
Yet again and again, we refuse every chance at reconstruction
For even if our hearts were seized out of our bodies and put in the rain
By God Himself, so as to fix our heart’s massive strains
To ease the suffering of lies, so as to relieve of its pain
We’d forcefully take our hearts back, even though they’re still dark, and passionately insane
As I’ve said, that no matter how lost our faith is far asunder
Even though Allah himself warns us of punishment, and haunts us in dreams with thunder
There is STILL a chance to be born again, into the plains of rationality
Rationality, Truth and Light, things we need very badly
Still today, the truth of Abu Lahab’s story is hidden in undisclosed history
And whenever his name is mentioned, Sheikhs speak of him angrily
Filling our hearts with hatred towards Abu Lahab, until his very name
Represents the pinnacle and top of all topics which are of shame
And so history is concealed, within far astray unknown libraries
Hiding very much needed facts of events of certain stories
Which will allow us to se Islam’s full and entire picture that’s grand
Yet still in the name of lies we fight until we’re buried beneath the sand?
The reason I pray to Al Ilah, is because he is the same conceptual God Jews and Christians pray to
The same God which inspired all Abrahamic religions through and through
The reason Jesus is not a cult leader, is because he praised God whom long before him existed
Yet Muhammed praised only a rock god, Allah, whom he himself brought to fame before Allah was ever known to mankind, putting words into his mouth with a religion he fabricated
Amongst the scariest condition that this world has ever faced
Is that the entirety of a once poetic and free living race
All believe in the same lies, for when the majority firmly have those in their head
The minority that speaks the truth by the majority will behead
For the most frightening state in which this world has ever been
And this state of the world is the one we currently live in
Is when the minority who speak truths are charged and imprisoned for blasphemy
While the majority who believe they’ve found the truth are far from reality
As I said, the voices of questioning and rational Muslims are constrained
For from the fear of facing the death penalty do they refrain
From speaking truths, which apparently no one wants to hear
Yet you still believe this minority has a covering around their ears?
Do we yet see the inversion of Islam, playing upon us tricks
That the truth speaking minorities are killed with stones and bricks
Are in fact those who can limitlessly and clearly hear, speak truths and really see
While it is on us, the majority, who are blinded with veils of insanity?
Yet still after all the clear and realistic evidence
We still ask of Allah his Divine Providence
Even though Islam contains dark lies behind its holy events
And even more, removing the love for the truth in us all, the curiosity of innocence?
For the world will never achieve a general or even slight sense of a utopia
If deep within Islam’s core there rests a very urgent and dutiful agenda
To witness one day that the ENTIRETY world becomes an Islamic nation
By using our hypocritical, arousing rhetoric and obtained weapons of domination
The rather interesting thing about Islam’s construction
Is that mostly the Muslim men have this thirst for destruction
While the women are mostly humble and for the worst oppressed
If ONLY Muslim women existed, then Islam wouldn’t cause that much of a mess
For even if the moon falls upon Earth, with the sky only showing white landscapes and craters
Even if locusts of destruction emanated from the equator
Even if aliens struck the Earth with beams and desolators
Still to Allah would you chant “Allahu Akbar” for to him you’ll forever be prayers
For even if miracles were performed by a man bringing down thunder-strikes
Even if that man really is the entire world’s Antichrist
He would be our saviour, and our Mahdi, the true redeemer
Even though unto Jesus he’d be a sincere blasphemer
Beyond Abu Lahab, there’s another man who probably
Saw the whole picture far more truly visibly
His name was Abu Jahal, to whom Muhammed went about to create
Several verses so that to him all future Muslims would express hate
Abu Jahal probably knew more than us all
He knew about the plans of Muhammed to whom we crawl
He knew all the facts ranging from the goddesses Minat, Uzza and Allat
And he knew that after the Moabites the Meccans renamed the rock god Baal to Allah
He HIMSELF was a worshipper of Allah to whom he remained loyal
That is why when Muhammed preached a fabricated message from Allah his heart began to boil
For Abu Jahl knew that Muhammed will create a religion praising a Satanic deity
And he FEARED that countless future generations will preach this insanity
Abu Lahab and Abu Taleb were brothers who both saw the delusions of Muhammed’s plans
The only difference is that Abu Taleb treated him nicely, while Abu Lahab acknowledged the evil in the man
And Abu Lahab was killed by HIS OWN sister-in-law, Lubaba
Yet still after all this knowledge we blindly walk circles around the Ka’bah?
Behold! For in all the deepest depths of history way back
Never have we faced a religion that seriously lacks
Reason and rationality, while at the same time able to efficiently brainwash
Our minds with the most vile of lies, and now we live, whitewashed
For there is no limit to the degree
In which we’ve effectively and totally been deceived
By the greatest lies surpassing all deceptions down the ages
All of such illusions found in the Koran’s pages
But OF COURSE it’s the greatest deception and the greatest of tricks
For it’s a deception based on the number six hundred three score and six
Which has people completely oblivious that they’re worshipping Satan and the Devil
OH BOY has Muhammed taken deception to a whole new level
For if you deny this, read the works of those who’ve sought the truth so they could clearly see
Study the thoughts of Wafa Sultan, Sam Solomon, Mosab Hassan, I.Q Al Rasooli, and Salman Rushdie
All these truths came from people who longed to return to the world of reality
Abu Jahal had tried, to bring Muhammed’s deception to the ground
So that future generations wouldn’t live in delusion confound
For although he knew he’d sinned, for worshipping Allah, he didn’t want to witness a religion created under the rule of Allah’s deception
So that lies and fraud of evil wouldn’t be believed by all future Arab generations
Yet during a war won by Muslim where all around them lay Muslim deaths
A Muhammed follower found Abu Jahl almost dead and gasping for his last breath
Before the follower sliced Abu Jahl’s head, where all around him almost dead Non-Muslims moaned and suffered
Abu Jahl said the eye-opening words, “You have risen high, you little shepherd.”
For within Abu Jahl’s final words there exists a meaning so deep
For although Muhammed is the Master Shepard, his followers aren’t only sheep
His followers are also Mini Shepards, further enforcing man into Islam and thus to Hell
OH BOY, Muhammed was truly a genius, for he knew how politics worked all too well
Once while watching TV, a Sheikh appeared
Having white skin and a rather long white beard
The words out of his tongue, would have any Muslim’s humanity deceased
For the words coming out of this man surely were diseased
His words were sincere, when talking of the Jewish race
A look of disgust and disapproval filled his entire face
He PRAYED and WISHED for Allah to send upon the a curse
And such Sheikhs exist in mosques all over the Earth
What frightened me the most, is that the way he said this was so sincere
That within his eyes you can see bottled up tears
To have hatred towards the Jews to be so passionately deep
Surely brainwashed oblivious children will you reap
And what scared my being even more
Is that he said EVEN THOUGH we and the Jews aren’t fighting anymore
We MUST still hate them straight to their core
And so the brainwashing of hatred will increase more and more until we arrive at the afterlife’s door
For that is the truth, even with no Israeli-Hamas wars going on
Until the end of days and even further than that beyond
There’s a seal in our hearts that it is absolutely sacred
To harbour for the Jews paramount an UNPRECEDENTED hatred
For although the Symbol Chi ( χ ) represents both Arabia and Nazism
We are still far more dangerous the Hitler’s fascism
For the cult of Hitler’s wars were political, while ours is of religion
Meaning our hatred fort the Jews has a far deeper inherent origin
For the teachings run deeper than just when our Sheikhs start talking
We’re talking about a severe form of brainwashing
It would be raising or bringing up a child if it was out of love
Yet it BECOMES brainwashing when hatred into our heads is shoved
For if we can’t change and to the current times we adapt
Then our own disappearance from history is surely apt
For good always conquers evil, as it always should
Yet we still believe Islam inspires that which is good?
For if we can’t learn to replace evil with what is of light
If we continue to fuel our children’s minds with nothing but fright
Of ever leaving Islam, and choosing another religion which suits his needs
Then we will continue to plant on Earth hatred-filled and destructive offspring seeds
For with nature calling out to offer us enlightened inspiration
With the skies and clouds bringing into us complete elation
With all the mysteries of life urging us to think in a manner divergent
Upon a single man’s frightening dreams do we focus in a manner convergent?
For the sorrowful Seal of the Prophets had brought this world’s spiritual state
Into a condition in which with the Devil it can very closely relate
For although all I want is for your thoughts to instigate
You still harbour towards me limitless and boundless hate
For with each morning which rejuvenates us into being
Even though some days and times may be spiritually saddening
At least we can live in the present, where we can make a good single moment last
Yet we still to cling onto an ideology built FAR in the past?
For passions, love, inspirations and dreams
Our witnessing of enlightenment with Light’s invigorating beams
Can NEVER come to us, if we but live in the past
It can ONLY come to us in the present, whereas ideas and important thoughts stream into our minds very fast
For if in the depths of Hell our current times have been living
If it’s peace from God for which we’d be praying
Then change is necessary in order for us to rebuild tranquility
Yet we still foolishly believe the Koran allows any form of liberty?
For liberty itself in Islam is indirectly viewed as a crime
Yet still we find it to be completely and absolutely sublime
Even though free speech itself by its words are killed
Would it be wrong to assume that it even takes away free will?
Something which spells a doom so very grave
Is that the name ‘Abd Allah’ means that to Allah we’re merely slaves
For in reality to God we ought only to be servants of natural morality
Yet to be a slave means only to serve a heathen deity
Allah surely haunts those who speak against his Apostle’s Word
And this is something happening all over the world
For when a Muslim denounces Islam by which he is tamed
Allah will do whatever it takes to bring FULL shame to his name
Usually witchcraft is used to curse a single man with the Devil’s hook
Yet even FAR worse it can be used to write a Holy Book
So that the spell can last LONG after the spell is written
Until the whole world become slaves to witchcraft’s abomination, in complete submission
Behold the power of witchcraft and its ability to lure
Millions of people into a curse, thinking it’s a cure
For although on the surface the Koran’s pages appear so pure
Deep within its words lies a darkness so obscure
Behold the lie which has befooled entire nations
Into its strict systematic legalities and lethal legislations
The lie which upon perceptive eyes is viewed as an abomination
One that to life itself is the greatest deprivation
For if it’s true that if upon water the Koran is read
Its cells and lively structure end up becoming dead
Then what do you think what happens, when you read it upon you brain by placing a palm over your forehead
Have you but closed your eyes after all the things I’ve sincerely said?
Behold the Kingdom of the Antichrist, wearing badges of servitude
Upon their foreheads and arms while maintaining destructive attitudes
Towards ALL other races, religion or countries that cross its path
Behold the destructions of all other nations that underestimate Allah’s wrath
Behold the hypnosis consuming all the Muslim masses
That never seems to fade no matter how much time passes
Behold the rage built upon the Jew’s mere existence
Let’s all witness the spread of this once foretold darkness
For if Allah truly is Jesus’ and Moses’ God
Then why is it in Pagan Arabia they found it quite odd
To find anyone praying to the infamous rock god, Allah
Whereas people more often worshipped other idols of gods and goddesses such as Minat and Allat
For such words have long been weighing heavily on my chest
I’ve tried not to say these words and have you offended my VERY best
Yet ever since the Caliphate of the Islamic State brought upon this world severe unrest
I realize that this world might just need the words I had to confess
Prophethood is in fact a very integral part of nature’s vitality
To many this will sound as complete insanity
All throughout human history, highly wise men inspired by God help us heal
Yet Muhammed has placed upon this flow a binding seal
Maybe the core root of the problem lies not in Islam and its brotherhoods
Maybe the main problem lies in the seal of all prophethood
So that EVEN if Islam cannot adapt to our current times
We’d still be trapped until the world reaches mass suicide
For if Muhammed never claimed he’s the Last Prophet until the end of days
Islam itself into history would simply fade
For when Muslims understood and realizes its evil
They would have chosen to be inspired by other people
For if the whole world learns not to once again awaken
Being inspired by the steps that Socrates, Plato and Aristotle have taken
In order to preach the world only truth that will enlighten
Rather than ideologies made to control and frighten
For if the world can’t realize that we’ve been deceived
Then a newer generation of bright individuals we’ll never conceive
For our children will be born into the lies we’ve shouted atop ALL mountain peaks
So that our children will bear the HEAVY responsibility later in life of the truth they then should seek
For our children are careless in the beginning when all they do is play about
When they share innocence and they explore the Earth’s landscapes way far out
Yet when they come of age, all they will really find
Is all the HATRED and darkness we’ve simply left behind
For the madness in Muslims has grown very, very great
And I really do hope that it’s not by now too late
To try and ease their hearts of this eternal hate
Injected into them by groups such as the Islamic State
Life as we see it really isn’t supposed to be that way
For it’s supposed to have hope whenever the sun shines the day
Whenever we feel happy with the legacies we leave and the healthy callings we pray
As we leave the world only love, where the children peacefully play
For if newer prophets aren’t allowed within the Earth’s horizon
The Earth in which now man surely dies in
The cycle of Islam will continue to cause the world destruction
No matter how much we plead you to perform reconstruction
For in the deepest core of history lay facts unseen
To many its truths will sound to others very obscene
But if you just listen to those truth calling spirits begging
Begging us to once again spring into enlightened seeing
For giving up faith is probably the most traumatic
Experience in our lives in which our minds go static
Shattered yet sometimes our brains neurons fire in a manner wild
What does it take for us to be reborn into a different faith as a newly conceived child?
Yet we may never give up our faith, even if the sky fell
Even though the afterlife shows us Heaven and Hell
Wherein we ask which of the two shall be our final fate
And God may ask, “Is not Hell the destination of all those who on Earth expressed hate?”
For God’s Ultimate Test was to bring Heaven here on this Earth
To recreate the world in a process of enlightening rebirth
Wherein we eliminate all form of witchcraft’s curse
Wherein once again born humans rise up from the sorrowful dirt
Yet regardless of whatever I may say
We would still believe that the light of day
Will ONLY have meaning when all Jews are eradicated
Waving around the Koran that Muhammed merely fabricated
Although such realizations may come to us all as a shock
That the words of Imams on pedestals of every mosque
Pray to a heathen deity to cast horror and fear into the hearts of the West
This could be the reason for mental illnesses and desires for suicide weighing on their chest
It’s as though I feel Allah’s whispers, condemning me for this writing
Yet it’s only in the name of the truth that I go on fighting
Yet although the end of this book may be very nigh
I feel that Allah has twisted fate in a way so that I’d sooner die
For Hell itself is singing sorrowful songs
Witnessing this once green Earth having gone so wrong
God’s unheard messages may bring tears to his Divine Eyes
Knowing that no new prophet holding his newer message can ever rise
For Gabriel himself probably lies in heaven crying
Witnessing a false prophet who has gone about lying
Saying the words are from the wisdom in Gabriel’s eyes
While all along it was probably Iblis in disguise
Behold the most tragic times in human existence
Where the norm of the world has become untold sickness
Of living a millennium and a half not knowing what prophethood really means
Into my dreams have you only looked, or by now have you seen?
For with the creation of the Earth, Hell and Heaven
With the division of the worlds of the afterlife into layers of seven
The Angels, Devils and God all now cry
Witnessing the spirituality of the Earth just die
For hope itself lies deep in the core of darkness
Deeper and deeper into a black hole of complete blackness
Yet if we seek it with infinite perseverance and hearts kept firm
Then to a newer enlightened land we may return
The world has gone into a very clear state of stagnation
Where people no longer believe in the concept of redemption
Where people forget about Buddha’s idea of reincarnation
Wherein IT IS possible to be liberated from fear’s chains in an exoneration
For people say that God no longer answers prayer of reverence
Then they go about denying his very existence
For when prophethood is no longer there
Then surely our prayers to God, who is now blocked out of this world, will vanish into thin air
Prophets are the connections between the Earth and Heaven with its spiritual wells
Although there are Prophets who are the ties between Earth and the Fiery Hell
Without them, then God is merely blocked out of this world’s spiritual field
Yet to the submission of the sorrowful Seal of the Prophets will we blindly yield?
Even if all the wisps of spirits gather to bring you relief
You’d still hold on so tightly to your age old beliefs
Even though the wisps and truth calling spirits are whispering to you the ideas of redemption
You still will surely choose your own path of damnation
This is evident in Summayah Bint Khattab’s time of death
When she never gave up her faith until her final breath
Even though her master tried to squeeze out her this Satanic Spell
For Islam has given her this addiction to the destination of Hell
And so Summayah died while remaining a Muslim in entirety and whole
Yet I still feel the presence of her lost, wandering soul
Telling me that she’s been deceived by the hands of Black Magic and sorcery
That which is mentioned in the Angels Harut and Marut’s story
For surely Muhammed was well-acquainted with Harut and Marut’s teachings
And I do feel that red lines set by Allah I am now breaching
For their works have been put to good use when writing the Koranic Verses
That’s why we feel the URGE to burn down synagogues and churches
For what is more important than the concept of liberation
Wherein all of our thoughts go through instigation
Wherein we can say ALL words within our hearts
This is what I’ve been writing for right from the start
Imagine a world where liberation doesn’t have to be a crime
When across all future generations and all times
The innocence in hearts have a chance at showing
When all of us would love being in a state of really knowing
Imagine a world where love has a chance of being a reality
Where there really is no need for repressing through chastity
For instead of living in a world where intercourse is repressed, as it surely is a black magic’s hex
We can live in a superior state of mind in which we can TRANSCEND the urge of sex
Imagine a world where poets no longer have to hide
For truly in their efforts they have massively tried
To free the world from the existence of ancient lies
Where they no longer their heart’s calling they have to deny
Yet how can we reverse what’s been implanted since childhood
How can we reform a system holding every neighbourhood
How can we give up what matters to us the very most
If within all our hearts Allah is a very dear host
How will we ever even think of having our faith surrendered
If to Islam we’ve been loyal and persistent senders
Sending its messages to all other nations afar
Even if we had to preach it to a newer species on Mars
How can we let go of something so dear to our being
How can we give up a faith in which we’d be dreaming
To have its message spread upon the entirety of the Earth
All until into the afterlife we face God through rebirth
How can we even consider shifting to a faith of another religion
If in Islam we are promised only the fires of Hell’s oblivion
For Allah reminds that punishment awaits those who are set free
Even though this faith is creating a beast out of you and me?
How can we give up what our parents taught to be Holy?
By telling us about Islam only through limited stories
Even though the needed Islamic stories we haven’t received
Yet and yet again, we’ve been inherently deceived
Yet we may never give up our faith, we may never will
For in its name we’ve learned and are obligated to kill
All the Jews until we rise again up above
Still we teach our children that to the Jews we should show no love
For even in the stars collapsed and the sky turned red
Despite all the words I may ever said
We shall remain loyal to Islam at its full breadth
Believing that only from it will we gain any strength
For this is evident from the story of Bilal alone
Wherein Ummayah placed on his chest a heavy stone
Telling him to give up the faith of Muhammed, his cult master
And still he didn’t give up his faith, as he saw heaven awaiting him in the hereafter
And so Bilal and Sumayyah died believing that their destination is heaven
Believing that they’ll live in the highest layer of all the seven
Believing that Muhammed and all his loyal relentless tribe
Will reunite with them in heaven after they’d died
For our hearts have hardened as we’ve ventured farther
Towards our enemies’ land, led by the teachings of our forefathers
Who taught us that death in the battlefield before this Earth you leave
Is the greatest glory you’ll ever, ever achieve
And so we’ve taught our children not even to enjoy living
We taught them that the Jews we’d never be forgiving
Little do we know, that we’re paving the way for future human war machines
Who view that killing a Jew is righteous rather than something which is humanly obscene
In the United Kingdom, its Muslims really would want nothing more
Than the Sharia Law to be implemented, yet I’m sure they wouldn’t want it anymore
When they witness beheadings of those Muslims the leader chooses to hate
And these people can range from a simple stealer to a sworn apostate
We have this brightened vision of implementing Sharia Law
Yet can’t we see that beheading will occur while we all stand in awe
Can’t we see that liberation itself will become an impossibility?
Why is it that we’re just so against liberty?
Why are we so afraid of liberty and freedom of speech?
Why are we so afraid to not have Allah’s lines breached?
Why is it that we upon our children consistently teach
That life after martyrdom is the greatest glory they can ever reach?
Why is it that we’re willing to lay our lives for the sake of redemption?
Even though the whole thing really is a deception
Why is it that we dream our rockets of revenge blot out the sun?
So that God in the afterlife would ask, “To the children of God what have you done?”
Why is it that in Islam’s name we take such a firm position
So as to kill thousands upon thousands in a future inquisition
So that death meets all those with ideas in opposition
Even though all they’re really seeking, is a life of liberation
Why is it we believe we know what is best for regions such as the United Kingdom
Preaching or better yet forcing Sharia Law as proud Muslims
For surely with hostility English scholars are afraid to against Islam speak
For they know that if they do complete chaos would we wreak
For even if God himself descended from the skies
And cries, “Surely you’ve caused a misery I can no longer deny.”
We’d still say that this is a conspiracy theory from leader so manic
Whom you’d accuse to be using some sort of Black Magic
Surely the one thing God intended out of his creation
Is to allow us all forms of living with liberations
By learning and teaching to have all thoughts go through instigation
Yet we’re still inflicting upon the world our malevolent, cultic damnation
For amongst the other Pagan rock gods of Pre-Islamic Arabia
Besides the severely revered Almighty rock god Allah
There existed a god who equated to and represents Al Ilah
He is the Semitic God, and his name was El, Ilah
El, Ilah fathered many gods, amongst the main ones were Hadad, Yam and Mot
And surely in our schools this is something we’re never taught
For the son god Hadad against the god El, Ilah he’s forever rebelled and fought
But who was Hadad really, could this be the answer I’ve so long sought?
What if I said that Baal/Hubal really is the same god as Hadad
Would we start to rage in fury and get totally mad?
With one of the greatest realization I could ever have had
Could it be that since Hubal is in fact Allah, then El, Ilah is Allah’s Dad?
That in and of itself isn’t the great realization, not even in the least
In the Koran it mentions that against Allah rebels the Fallen Angel Iblis
But could Allah himself be the rebelling Iblis, for this may be the secret hidden in the darkest nights, hidden even from the most enlightened mystics
Since Allah rebels and hates his Semitic father, El, Ilah, proving Allah to be a pure Anti-Semitic?
This may very well be the infinitely hidden and darkened reason
That we view a Muslim to committing the greatest of all treasons
If he shows an ounce of love to Jews, and this may be the reason we PERPETUALLY choose
To show nothing but PURE HATRED, disgust and resentment towards ALL Jews
Since ancient times, the five pointed star, with one pointed up, not inverted
Would repel demons and devils away in a manner very deflected
But with two points up, inverted, you’d make with the Devil some sort of pact
So that instead of repelling the Devils, to them you would attract
If this is true of the five pointed star, what about David’s Star?
For it’s not inverted, and its deeper truths lie very distantly afar
Yet I’m showing you this so that you would know who you are
Yet I cry to know that we’re all behind ignorance’s titanium bars
If Jesus was a Jew, and so was the faithful Moses
For if the One True God appealed to the Jews, the people of Moses and Jesus
Then in relation to the five pointed star’s story, if a six pointed star is not inverted, it is also of good and blessing
Yet if inverted, wouldn’t the whole world its consequences would be distressing?
For in relation to the five pointed star’s story, if the six pointed star is inverted
Then it would represent the Antichrist, Anti-Moses religion that’s perverted
Yet the saddest realization, the greatest of all, hidden behind all dark and cosmic layers of the night
Is that this religion is probably Islam, guided by Allah’s destructive Might
For if the energies of truth are now swirling inside me
Inspiring into me some sort of an anticipated future’s reality
I would never claim this to be a never before heard prophecy
For by claiming that I would surely be breaching insanity
I see a day when enough Muslims leave Islam in sworn apostasy
Allah himself would surely get totally and malevolently angry
Appearing by coming to us through the distant and untouched horizon, very, very far
And he would either appear as a snake representing the Satanic Dragon Beast, the Antichrist, or as a massively sized darkly cosmic, inverted six pointed star
Beyond that, in hidden sources of knowledge, the God El, Ilah
Has an equivalent, or better yet, an epithet, and his name as we all know is Yahweh
So now we know which god we really should be worshipping
So that to a newer land of serenity we would be ascending
Besides the fact that Hadad/Allah has a father, El, Ilah, and three daughters, which surely sounds blasphemous
He also has a consort, and her name is Atargatis
Yet still with all of these hidden facts now shown upon thee
We still refuse to use these God-given eyes to once again see?
Hadad/Allah is also equal to Zeus, who is also the equivalent to Jupiter, or Jove
And Jove/Jupiter is the king of gods, whom Homer praised as being very high and above
Yet although Allah may be the king of gods, does that make him their father?
The highest father god is El, Ilah, whom above him the family tree of gods goes no farther
Yet more than that, if El is the father of Hadad/Zeus/Allah, and this could be madness
Can we not say that El is also the equivalent of Cronos?
Meaning that although we’d wish to worship Allah/Zeus until time goes no more
Is it not true then, that Cronos/El had existed far, far before?
Yet the strange fact, and surely this is very quite sorrowful and odd
Is that the king of gods, Allah, rebelled and fought against El, Ilah, the One True Father of gods
So that nations of armies would raise their weapons in the name of Allah
So that they’d kill the people who worship Yahweh, or El, Ilah
The truth ought to come out eventually, to promote the One True God’s good
As we joyfully chant truths of religions all across neighbourhoods
And this is something we must do, and very much should
So that as enlightened, individualistic masters on this Earth we would have stood
The MAIN reason I write this poem
Is not to silently say to the devout grown Muslims, “I showed them!”
The MAIN reason I write this is for the future children and all the future youthful offspring
So that only loving legacies and peaceful vibrations of songs we express would they later sing
Imagine a day when all believe in God through philosophies
Not in the limiting and binding laws of ideologies
Where only man-made law prevents crimes and monstrosities
So that the world can enter into a form of freeing luminosity
Imagine a world where the open-mindedness of a deist
Can debate god with the open-mindedness of a pantheist, agnostic, or even atheist
Where debate actually reaches from argument a productive conclusion
Whereas he who believes in an ideology would ignore it all, and return to his religious delusion
Imagine a world where freedom exists in our mentality
Where within it there is no form of brutality
Where we realize life is too vast to limit it to a religion’s legalities
Those which come from age-old, non-adaptive fallacies
Imagine a world where every sunshine in our hearts does last
Not associating it with repetitive prayers of the past
Where every day towards newer goals we dream and envision in ambition
Instead of suffering and becoming blinded in an age-old prison
Imagine a day when ALL forms of knowledge is considered sacred
Imagine a day when for the Jews we no longer harbour hatred
For in such a day we’ll be able to build and reach new heights
When for the first time in a millennium we won’t be living in blight
Imagine a day when newer prophets are no longer put to death
When he can reincarnate our hearts with a cast and freeing breadth
When rebirth of our civilization has a chance at existing
And as I’ve said before, it’d be a culture in which only love is consisting
Imagine a world where hearts are once again reborn
Imagine a world in which we have solemnly sworn
To repair these scars of hatred which have our hearts torn
So that there’s be no wars in the future for us to have millions mourned
Imagine a world no longer burdened by age old scars
IN which we could seek knowledge and truths beyond and afar
A world where we wouldn’t be slaughtered for having friendly conversations at a bar
Imagine a world where we all share our dreams scattered amongst thousands of stars
Imagine a world where cross-country wars are forever put on hold
So that peaceful, friendly hearts we will choose to mould
A world where no souls to the Devil are sold
A world where no major war ever unfolds
Imagine a world where the sorrowful Seal of the Prophets is broken
Imagine a world where we can speak the words that were never spoken
Imagine a world where innocent dreams come true
Although you must know that such a world starts with me and you
Imagine a world where a new found prophet takes our hands
He who leads us to newer and more enlightened lands
He who fills our hearts while alive and even when resting in peace beneath the sand
For such a hopeful world and dream, we ought to take a stand
For with newer prophets who promote only love
They wouldn’t be cults, but rather fellowships of the God up above
Cults inspire hatred, while fellowships inspire love so pure
Cults bring a disease, while fellowships of God bring a cure
For with a newer prophet that takes a stand
Preaching only love and kindness of God throughout the lands
He won’t be a cult leader, but a leader of a fellowship guiding to human love and God’s Divine Love and Freedom
Guiding us through the loving adventures of this life, rather than painting dreamy images of the afterlife’s Heaven coming after martyrdom
For if you feel I wish to have your beliefs offended
All I really want is for your mind to be transcended
So that later in life you would not have lamented
That you bred a generation which the whole world it detested
All I really wanted, is to put all my dreams down in words
Before Allah or Death take my soul away from this world
So that people who share my voice wouldn’t remain in the shadows
So that a newer path of limitless expression they would follow
I am NOT a prophet, but only a poet who had hidden history’s bells rung
Yet even though you believe that shame to religion I’ve malevolently sung
And I end up tied to a rope by the neck by you
I’d repeat a few of Jesus’ last words, “Forgive them God, please do, for they JUST know not what they do.”
It is true to say, that freedom is scary
For surely with it, reality becomes blurry
Hazy and confusing, wild and fervent with dreams and imagination
And since freedom is scary, we cling on to our stagnation
It’s understandable to think, that freedom causes discomfort
Yet without it, truly what is life really worth
Must we physically survive, then reproduce and procreate
And then not live with freedom through the lands God did create?
It is true that freedom may seem ever so dangerous
And surely its results the world may seem ever so heinous
Yet to what extent is freedom of value, of an unmatched treasure
To what extent is it important and vital beyond measure?
For down the generations we have gone, causing our youth to be restricted
By telling them that the only truths exist within the Koran depicted
Closing their minds to the heavens and what lies further
And their sense of curiosity did we truly murder
Yet with the alterations of day and night, with mysticism at play
With all of the words that we ever wanted to say
We remain constricted and so extremely afraid
To break this silence with which steel cage bars it’s made
Yet the silence is grand, spreading all throughout the Muslim lands
Our voices are kept so deep within, deeper than the depths of a desert’s sand
So that whenever we would wish to speak what lies in our minds
It I only absolute horror and fright our hearts we’ll find
Yet still, how valuable is freedom that we remain locked away
So that whenever the sun rises in the East in the light of day
Begging us to be reborn again to a newer day with a flaming passion’s heat
We still parrot the life of Muhammed, and have all of our future days in repeat
Yet still, how scary is freedom venturing far up above
With love needing freedom to survive, and freedom needing love
That we’re afraid to change and alter our current state, and finally be set free
Yet freedom is so scary, that we’d rather remain blind and unable to see
Yet still freedom is scary, I KNOW that, it’s frightening indeed
That’s why we hide our offspring from life, and conceal our seeds
Although if there’s one thing from me I’d want you to heed
Is that freedom is something we really by now need
Yet freedom is dangerous, for man’s heart is filled with darkness
For if freedom isn’t ruled by love, then surely will a madness
Be created, causing men to rise higher in their thrones
And forget to be humble before the creation that God owns
Yet why is freedom scary, that from it we’ve become excluded
It’s because love itself has become frightening, for if without love with freedom included
Would we face disasters, and since we’ve learned to HATE instead of love the West and Jews
Then freedom without such love has become scary, except for a minority and a few
These few people do exist amongst Arab nations, kept silent and made confused
For if they say aloud that they wish to love all, upon them death is ensued
For love towards all others has become the scariest thing with which to relate
And that is why our only mode of action is that of pure hate
I am looking for way after way to tell you my views on Islam without having you hurt
For surely Islam to you is more important than all that exists on Earth
Everything I said as of far may be false, yet why does it make as much sense to me as hat holds up the skies
And despite such truths, in this altered state of a reality we’re willing to sacrifice our lives and become willing to die?
And so we’ve never been taught freedom, and the value of life and breath
So that the ONLY emancipation we’ve ever known is martyrdom, or life after death
So that whenever one comes forth and gives you the chance with which to live
And to pursue happiness, you’d say that the message of Islam is all I have to give
And still freedom is frightening, and surely I won’t blame you at all
For with freedom, a single man can lead to an entire nation’s fall
Yet if freedom is combined with love, and their connection never does disconnect or cease
Then the entire world will ascend in spiritual rankings, and we will all finally know peace
Yet still all Islam continually does is remind us of our supremacy
Over all other tribes, nations and religions, and surely there will be no tranquility
Until Islam is spread all throughout the globe, and becomes our newer reality
So that all is in a cultic utopia of fear, and one cannot form his own destiny
Surely it’s odd, to call a utopia cultic and one of fear
For although on the outside of a nation under Islam’s reign, all appears clear
While inside our hearts, and to our souls in a place so dear
Nothing will roam throughout them except full and absolute fear
Yet there’s always been two types of utopias in which we may make our standing
There’s a utopia formed out of a cult, and another out of pure understanding
For a cultic utopia maintains peace by exacting harsh punishments so cruelly
While the utopia of understanding is constructed only of love, and in seeking beauty
And so the One True God, El, Ilah, who above him the family tree of the gods goes no farther
Has been attacked by his spirit son, Hadad/Allah, with such destructive fervour
Hadad surely invokes darkness in his words of the Koran, covered in beauty, hiding the true nature of beast
While all along he may very well be the self-praised and self-acclaimed god, Iblis
Yet a lot of the Muslims these days are in hypocrisy and a state of pretence
And although they may carry within them humanity and common sense
They are afraid to show it, and go on cursing the rest of the world and its nations
And surely with only narcissism and hatred in us, we will carry on in stagnation
For society is like a circuit, along and through it electricity is moving
And the electricity is equated to criticism, which builds new heights out of old constructs, and the electricity through the circuit keeps on flowing
However with one road block of religion in the circuit, not allowing for it to be criticized, for that would be a crime
Then the entire circuit switches off, and the society becomes totally idle and still in time
It’s something about love that frightens us so deeply
Because hating is A LOT easier, and so it has become our destiny
To raise entire generations wishing for the Jews to be eradicated from reality
And all those who decide to side with the Jews are surely of insanity
But maybe we feel no love because our freedoms are suppressed
And although without freedom our nations shall be depressed
Maybe since love and freedom need one another to survive, as surely Jesus once thought
Since we have no freedom and barely any free will, that is why we can’t love others, whom we perpetually fought
And so with no freedoms for us to embrace
Then love itself which transcends higher than all times and space
Won’t enter our hearts, towards other tribes and countries with different legislations
Although we only do show love to only our Muslim nations
Yet still as I speak of love to all others, our faces will frown and go still
For although by Allah’s confining red lines we’ve become void of free will
Love towards other nations within our hearts it’s seriously hard to fill
And surely those like me who say, love all others, you’d heartily laugh and aim at us, saying, surely you are mad and ought to be slaughtered and killed
I sincerely and fully know how precious Islam is to our hearts and beings
To the point that it defines our thoughts and modes of seeing
Yet can’t we see that Islam is somewhat a supremacist religion, placing itself above all others who aren’t yet by Islam tamed
Although ALL the West really wants is not only ‘blasphemous’ freedom, but for us to be the same?
And so the secrets to the family tree of gods causes my brain to almost decease and become static
Yet I would NEVER claim myself to be some sort of prophet, seer or holder higher truths, for surely then I would be manic
Yet although reality may be painful as EVER, how can I just not have these words recorded
For without the truth, how can we with enlightenment ever be rewarded?
In the city of Mecca, back when the Moabites worshipped the pagan god, Hubal, surely then all may have been going well
Although the Meccans overtook the statue and monuments in rebellion, and brought upon the Moabites raids of Hell
And so the Meccans have renamed Hubal to a new god name, Allah
And alongside Allah amongst the 360 other pagan gods and goddesses were his three daughters, Minat, Uzza and Allat
And later on when Muhammed claimed to have received revelations from Allah through the Angel Gabriel
Although in Salman Rushdie’s words, this Gabriel may have been a devil in disguise, after Muhammed up high on Mount. Hira may have had his soul to sell
He came unto Mecca, purged the city and destroyed al 360 pagan gods and goddesses, leaving only Allah
And so he destroyed all gods and goddesses, Nabu and Nasr, Uzza, Minat and Allat
Yet oddly, one of the idols he had destroyed went by the name of El, Ilah, a Semitic god and Deity
Yet who is El, Ilah really, such an answer may transform our reality
El, Ilah fathered three son gods, Hadad, Yam and Mot
Could this be the truth the whole world long has sought?
Yet who is Hadad really, would the answer to this shock us all?
Surely Hadad is the equivalent of the god Hubal
And if Hubal is Allah and Hubal is Hadad
And surely by now such a realization would have us so very sad
Then can we not say that Hadad is Allah, through equivalency?
Oh God, surely with such a realization I am breeching insanity
More than that, Hadad/Allah had a consort whose name is Atargatis
And now we see Hadad/Allah’s connection to other gods and goddesses
So Hadad/Allah has a father, El, Ilah, which surely may sound as madness
And he also has a consort whose name is Atargatis
And although this has been mentioned by now a lot
Hadad/Allah also has three daughter goddesses, Uzza, Minat and Allat
Yet in the Koran, it carries and unknown set of deep mysteries
Hidden within so many deep layers of latent meaning
Giving out verses with deep, dark meaning cloaked in beauty, as though it were a maze
And upon its recital, the entirety of the world would feel deeply amazed
Yet mentioned so many times in the Koran, is that we humans don’t know anything
Compared to the words of the Koran we are all but nothing
And so we’re forced into ignorance, heeding only the mosque’s call
And when it comes to its deeper construct, we really know nothing at all
Yet was Muhammed wiser than us all, to make us believe in something so deeply, even towards martyrdom?
Were humans never, ever allowed, or was it never wise, to have freedom?
Is freedom naught but destructive, causing unrest and unease to the one above?
Yet can’t we not see that the only way for freedom to work is with love?
Yet still, is freedom really worth it, supporting it in my words, to have Muslims displeased
Is it wise to have freedom to be one of the worst of deeds?
Is it true, that freedom may one day lead to a nation’s destruction?
But without it, how can a soul ever reach its redemption?
And so within the Koran, there’s a fallen angel by the name of Iblis, the deceiver
And surely this hurts me as much as it does to you, my fellow believer
Yet it is said that Iblis rebels against God, until the end of time
And if the father of all gods is Semitic, El, Ilah, then who exactly is guilty of this crime?
Although I KNOW my words may seem twisted, and far from true
Yet if there’s to be an enlightening land awaiting me and you
We HAVE to be open to all forms of possibilities, no matter how odd
Could it JUST be, that this rebelling Iblis may be Allah/Hadad, the Islamic god?
If we THINK about it, which other god despises Semitics and Jews to the very core
So that truly we’d absolutely want nothing more
Than to tear them limb from limb to form a bloody pool
And hating the Jews is something taught in every Muslim household and school
If El, Ilah/Yahweh is the one true father of gods, above whom the family tree of gods goes no farther
And if it is he to whom all theistic creatures, be they human or aliens, worship with fervour
And if this god is a Semite, preached by Moses and Jesus, who were both the people of the Jews
Then all gods beneath him are Spirit Sons and Daughters, Angels and Demons, surely this ought to be true
So surely Hadad/Allah is a Spirit Son of El, Ilah/Yahweh, whose rage against him does not cease
And if Hadad/Allah detests El, Ilah/Yahweh, making him a pure Anti-Semite, then could he not be Iblis
The fallen angel who has sworn to bring destruction upon the reign of El, Ilah/Yahweh, even though until infinity
Could this be the infinitely sad story, behind the Koran’s unbound mysteries?
SURELY the saddest thing, is that when entering deeper into the Koran’s unbound mysteries
Upon us would we embrace some kind of insanity
For realizing that all along the truth of the gods had been hidden from sight
So that we’d venture further into darkness thinking it’s light
What is the world to do, sinking further into the abyss of oblivion and confusion?
Where with unbound lies our hearts have been in transfusion
So that whenever light is shone upon us, we’d all cry deep within
And go back to the norm of our lives filled with sin
And so the fallen angel Hadad/Allah has had this world controlled
And with destructive prayers we send to the West, their hearts and souls have taken its heavy toll
So that all along in mosques we’d pray for the West’s destruction
So that generations of Western young men no longer do have redemption
And so the fallen angel Hadad/Allah corresponds with the number 666, no longer an enigma
And this is shown through the symbols of Chi, Xi and Stigma
So that the entire world under the Devil’s Foot would be tamed
And turn the whole world into a matter of business and game
Yet further down we sink, and we all have no idea why
And surely the whole world is no longer able to cry
Surely the fallen angel, Hadad/Allah, has succeeded
In having his father El, Ilah/Yahweh almost dead and superseded
Yet although all this may sound crazy, and beyond a mind’s grasp
If with such realizations our breaths may quicken and make us gasp
And surely with such thoughts we may assume otherwise or just have our minds go tense
Yet when one sees the grand picture of how things are with God and his Spirits, does this all not make sense?
And surely this all may sound odd, yet with scary reality buffering
Can we not see with clear eyes what causes the world suffering?
So that the entire world is owned by the cunningness of the Devil damned and of fire
So that there wouldn’t be a chance for us to rise higher?
Why is it that if Muhammed claims to have Moses and Jesus praised
That the aura of the Koran’s words has in us raised
A fervent need to overcome all other religions wherever they may be
And then we keep on insisting that it is we who have the eyes to see?
And so in the House of God, real troubles are brewing and are at hand
For El, Ilah/Yahweh does not know, or does, or yet then again maybe doesn’t understand
What to do with his Spirit Son, Hadad/Allah, be he Angel or Devil, who is now ruling El, Ilah’s reign
And surely the Armageddon shall pour from the sky bloody rain
And so Hadad/Allah/Iblis has since the dawn of time rebelled against his Father, to take from him his throne
So that the entirety of the universe he himself would own
And so El, Ilah sent Athtar, a god and spirit Son of El, Ilah, to try to usurp Allah
And in doing so Athtar gained control over Allah’s daughter, Allat
For after trying to speak reason to Allah, Allah doesn’t listen at all, any longer
And so Athtar, the Spirit Son, gained control over Allah’s daughter
And so Hadad/Allah/Iblis, the Spirit Son of El, Ilah, has gained more and more control over Arabia
Spreading all throughout the globe, until brainwashed men exacted terror in elated hysteria
Until all men bow down in submission to Allah’s instructions through Muhammed employed
And whosoever does not agree along will have his nation destroyed
And so Hadad is Hubal is Allah is Baalshamin, yet it’s not over
Since Allah is Hubal he’s also Zeus and thus Jove through equivalency, pagan gods praised by Homer
It’s true that Allah is a great god, since he is Zeus the pagan god, yet in reality
It is El, Ilah/Yahweh, whom above him the family tree of gods goes no farther, who would be worshipped among theistic humans and creatures, even theistic aliens of other planets, if they existed, and by us, in piety
And surely by the mention of aliens you’d think of it all as a fallacy
And surely upon my forehead would there be a label of insanity
Yet with El, Ilah/Yahweh, who transcends heathen deities and paganism, since he’s a conceptual god, one can believe in him through Pantheism or Agnosticism, or through any other philosophy related to providence
And with a god who allows this sort of reasoning, surely this could suffice to a theistic alien’s intelligence
I’m not stating that aliens actually do roam space in a manner insisted
Yet all I’m saying is that if they’re theistic, and IF they in the first place even existed
Would they not worship a god who transcends paganism, unlike Hadad/Allah, Mot and Yam
And believe in a higher conceptual god which fits all theistic transcendental philosophies, El, Ilah/Yahweh, which literally means ‘God’ and ‘I am’?
Yet despite all these words, maybe Muhammed did do the Arabs a favour
By destroying all 360 pagan gods and goddesses which pre-Islamic Arabs worshipped with fervour
Yet although Muhammed did rid us of polytheism and gave us monotheism
Did he not really only have us turn from polytheistic paganism to monotheistic paganism?
Yet the truth to ALL this can only come to us in redemption
If we all but look through this endless madness and confusion
And venture towards the Black Stone on the Kabah, in the corner wall of the Kabah, its hidden secrets concealed by a thousand nights
And place our hand within its opening, for we’ll find the Supreme Rock God of the Kabah, Allah, who appeared upon this Earth as a falling meteorite
If ONLY, I say, that Allah is the same god as El, Ilah/Yahweh/God the Father, in a manner so clear
That way NONE of us would face that enormous fear
Of knowing that all along we haven’t truly been preaching, so that in heaven would we incline
Of knowing that all along we’ve been hidden from that which is divine
And surely if my voice is heard, I will be cursed until the end of times as being an apostate and disbeliever
If my voice is heard, I’ll forever be remembered as the lying deceiver
And so all the words I’ve uttered will be charged as a crime
Although all I wanted for us, was for us to worship a god truly sublime
For surely the ONLY way the Armageddon will be avoided, for us not to endure massive death and grief
Is if we all take a step back, look at Islam from the outside in, and restudy our beliefs
For the WHOLE WORLD is waiting for us, to take it upon ourselves to rise to a new standing
So that we can see the grand picture of all religions and gods, to seek the truth wherever it may be, and embrace the world with understanding
For surely all it takes to end these conflicts is ONLY a split second in which time does cease
Where in that second, all is still and idle in time, wherein there is tranquil peace
Wherein on the battlefield we are, with one side attacking and the other fighting back and cursing in hatred the other
Where in that second, although it may seem stupid and impossible, is for us to love one another
Yet still it’s as though we’ve become immune to love when it comes to other races
And when he of Jewish descent comes upon you, frowning will light upon our faces
Yet still, and still, more and more immune we’ve become to love in our hearts very dear and near
It’s as though love towards all others has become our prime fear
Yet even if we longed for love, we still can’t as we have no mental freedom
For the only true emancipation we have is one after death or martyrdom
So that whenever one from another state of mind invites us to live in love and freedom so rad
We’d all say in scorn and resentment, surely you’re extremely mad
The greatest truth of all, is that love and freedom need one another to survive
For truly in their combination will we finally feel alive
So if Muslims, for instance, have no freedom to study Judaism and truly understand their reality
Then how can we just not hate them with a deep form of sincerity?
Truly I say if only evolution of thought didn’t exist, for surely it is manic
That way we could cling on to the same ropes of Allah, in a manner so static
So that in our ignorance we can feel safe, in security and in a sense of redemption
Yet can we not feel this redemption to be illusory, and thus such an illusion leading to destruction?
It is not out of ignorance that I write this, and not to have you lured
For surely ignorance if alone, although illusory, may bring our hearts a cure
Yet the greatest tragedy, is that ignorance can lead to anarchy and destruction
And although ignorance gives our hearts redemption, it also brings destruction, and thus we ought to seek new ways of redemption
For truly the only kind of worthy sought out redemption
Is one that comes through with full emancipation
And freedom and thus love, in the deepest and most felt core in our hearts
So that freedom, love and enlightenment would exist between us all, and upon our limitlessly God-inspired arts
The saddest realization of all is that the only emancipation ever to be blessed upon our crown chakra and heads
Is the one long sought throughout our entire lives, yet only comes after we’re dead
So that when any of us wishes to be fully alive by drawing a painting, writing a poem, or drifting in music, so that we may have a chance at emancipation while still alive, and transcend reality
All trained scholars and devout parents would again and again remind you that art, transcendence and enlightenment is surely of Satan and blasphemy
And freedom doesn’t really meant at all that upon the vices of fornication and drugs to tread
What freedom REALLY means is to be able to say all the words you would have wished to have said
To find, through experience, the person you love, hoping you remain together in authentic love or else countless tears you’ll shed
And all of this, never to deceive you out of Islam, but ONLY, to allow a possibility of life, freedom and emancipation, so that we would have no regrets, and know that we lived, before we end up dead
For surely the god El, Ilah equates to Yahweh, and also the word LORD, meaning Adonai
And if the words Yahweh and Adonai are combined, it would lead to Jehovah, Christianity’s God, although in my
Search to find Allah’s link to El, Ilah to possibly find out that we’re all not by a rock god tamed
There has been no connection, for Allah is a separate god, and the word Allah is a proper name
Yet if you disagree, what does Allah mean when he says that all disbelievers will go to the severe punishment of Hell, claiming it to be true
When Allah says that disbelievers will face grievous punishment, does not the word disbelievers refer to the Christians and Jews?
So that our paranoia of disbelievers, be they Christians or Jews, won’t stop until our lives end
So that for the rest of eternity, we’d look at them as inferior, and take none of them as friends?
Yet in Christianity and Judaism, in their Holy Books, they only ask of you to take in it heed
When it states that its enemies are not disbelievers per se, but only those who are wicked, evil and commit harmful deeds
So that although Islam claims its enemies to be all those of different religions, those of different beliefs
Christianity and Judaism only claims its enemies to those who cause harm, violence, grief and mischief
Yet although the word El, Ilah can be used as a name, either for Yahweh of Judaism or Jehovah of Christianity, it can also be just used as a word
And that word is simple, it’s God, which ought to be known by the world
For this word, God, also El, Ilah, can also be believed in through pantheism, agnosticism, deism, or any other God philosophy that inspires to a mind instigation
So that even when all the little rules of Christianity and Judaism don’t make sense, at least the core value, God, is true, and offers different philosophical paths of liberation
Yet the greatest tragedy is that even if we don’t like the little details of Islam, it is that when to Allah, the core value, we call
We’re only calling upon a rock god, a meteorite that once upon a time from the sky did fall
Yet the only way to find the truth to all this, is if we break this spell, and find Allah, the rock god, within the Black Stone resting
And when you see the Rock, who really is Allah, face to face, finally will there be an awakening
For surely if we don’t face reality now, into a very near Armageddon will we dive
And whence forth will entire nations, races and tribes in gunfire and explosions die
For reality is painful, I KNOW, it is as hard as it is for you as it is for me
Yet as I’ve said, NO MATTER how shattered your faith may be, there’s always a chance to construct a new world for your eyes to see
And if there’s something I’d wish to say to remove from you fear, so that from the ashes we may rise anew
Is that we shouldn’t be AFRAID to love he of another religion, be he a Christian or a Jew
So that with loving people of other religions, true love and peace may we finally feel
So let’s change, Oh Arabs of the world, so that we and the entirety of the Earth, with its gardens and fields, may once again finally heal
And if I shall be faced with the danger of death by you, it’s okay, all I would wish to say as my last words, on a final note
And this is only IF you have been touched by what I have by now wrote
Is to become an atheist, for atheists are peaceful people, and if not, become a Christian or a Jew, born again, so that this madness of paganism and that of the heathen may finally cease
Or AT LEAST, I would say, pray to El, Ilah, the One True God, facing the East
"Who Is Hadad?" speaks of the controversial aspects of Islam. It speaks directly to Muslims, and attempts to bring a newer perspective to the religion. It contains knowledge that I believe needs to be shared. It gives my perspective, and also touches on certain aspects of history needed to be talked about.