'' You Blaspheme Your Lord '' Poem by Bri Mar

You scream, god is great,
Before you kill,
Yet it's you he'll berate,
For the blood you spill.

Innocents lie dead,
While others are dying,
You are sick in the head,
To yourself you are lying.

You've been radicalised,
Is your feeble excuse,
By your god you're despised,
For administering abuse.

You are not empowered,
So now face the truth,
You're a low life coward,
Whose ways are uncouth.

Those who preach jihad,
Continue to thrive,
You're dead, they're glad,
They're all still alive.

For you there's no Janna,
Just an overpowering smell,
No Heavenly Manna,
Welcome to Hell.

Wherever you cause pain,
You will be deleted,
Our ways we'll maintain,
We will not be defeated.

Butchering those others,
Won't gain you reward,
Murdering sisters and brothers,

‘' You Blaspheme Your Lord ‘'