Worship the Lord


 virtue is crucified

and terrorist rewarded

my poem I mix with my sighs

god's own earth groans

rely on prophet's saving grace

to have a place of refuge

holy sage's ceaseless adoring

monsters of hatred flee

in the way of righteousness is paradise

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