72 Virgins Poem by Poetical Analysis

Celestial daughters, maybe sons
Gifts from God for those who won

Those who fought
Those who sought
Those that never, ever, forgot

These 72 Virgins & what they're worth
More than all the life on Earth
Their blood cures every curse
Their moans are hallowed, holy verse
And they will never, ever, ever give birth

Their blood will never not flow
In the most ungodlike non cyclical show
That's all the proof a man must know
To stand firm while being tossed to & fro
Never being swept away by the flow
Cleansed from not really knowing where to go

72 Virgins await
As symbols of an invisible hate
As evil as Abraham's fathering face
Or as evil as Adam's entire race
The destroyers of this natural place
For 72 Virgins' & salvation's sake
They bomb, pillage, murder, & rape
And they consciously can never make any mistake
For blood has sanctified their precious hate

72 Virgins or 72 nukes
The same principal member that makes me puke

These smelly, angry, evil men
Just want what they want over & over, again

To prick their d! q with a blood soaked tip
In a disposable p@$$y & biodegradable cl! +

Whether heaven or Earth
Or where the meal work
These men have intentions to lurk

To prey
To hunt
To stay
To stalk
Invade
& deny every move they ever made

And why they did it to the kids they did
Same reason Jefderson f@¢k€D & sold his very own kids
He had his Virgins
And they had births and he sold his kids for what they were worth
As he penned the most heinous political curse
Upon so vast a people
No evil has ever seen its equal
And one way, or another, there will never be a sequel

So stand, you'll see those Virgins soon
The moment The Earth becomes a crowded tomb.

4/4/14