Oh, Vile And Wicked

Oh, vile and wicked Islam with your hate,
Your hate of life you live to desecrate;
You murderer most fiendish, sick of soul,
With terrored death the meaning of your goal,
Which is to kill and kill with love of killing-lust
Till men and women, children, drink but dust,
How horrible and ugly be you mind
With thought to crucify all good and kind,
To murder innocents upon a pleasant street,
Take pleasure in the smash of hands and feet,
Seek plucking out of eyes and tongues and brains
That nothing good or beautiful remains.
You, Islam, you are evil to your core,
The very devil crawling out your evil door.

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