In God's name, Your high blood won't shed in vain. By the crescent bay of honey and milk, Here we found a Great Nation. In God's name, On the way of glorious jihad we send-- Troops, tanks and torpedoes to Make tombs. In God's name, May the poor rest in peace. Damn the sinners: Sink and stink and scream in sty. Praise the fighter of freedom, Warrior for wolrd welfare. In God's name, Here we found a nation with Liberty and justice for all. Amen! ----- Thanks for professor Tom Sellari's guidance This poem is wriiten in memory of the innocent souls slain in Irag -- Who am I? I'm the phantom of the opera. Can you even dare to look or bear to think of me, the loathsome gargoyle, who: burns in bell, but secretly yearns for heaven, secretly ... secretly .. --

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