I call out 'God Is Great'
and kill unarmed infidels
and armed ones I catch by surprise.
The former arm
and, with the latter with opened eyes,
bring me down to size.
I call pride, Paradise.
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Reminiscent of September 11,2001 when the terrorists were sure of Allah and paradise.They caused instead.