Infidels, you say!
So my religion doesn’t matter,
Woe to you!
Thou Art take away thy freedom of choice,
Peace and state of mind; what manner of Justice is this?
Gruesome!
I call it tyranny.
You chant over your people and you then take away their freedom to choose.
Thy works show thy faith.
I say no more; I know not your name. This war depicts nothing but puffed-up shame- strips of honour are your worthless blame. For if this is an honour, I don’t want to know your glory.
Drops of blood are at your hands, beheaded men haunt your faith;
I trust less neither do I see your ways,
If that is right, I don’t want to know wrong, call it blasphemy, whatever you will.
You seek redemption, redeem that death that was slain by your hands,
Such perilous act have no valour, so you killed in shame, if you die, you die in vain,
Thy ship has sunk, and you sail nothing but vanity, Guns and bullets are your sanity.
I call it “Madness!”
Don’t you dare give this act meaning. Times have changed and days have gone by.
Where is the age of reason?
When is murder right?
