Poetic-Verses
'' That's Why It's You Who Must Die ''
Written in support of the countless victims of the terrorist murderers attacks on innocent
people in Germany and throughout the world going about their daily business.
TERRORISTS ARE COWARDLY SCUM
The terrorists deceive,
Dead victims can't grieve,
As their corpses lie in a heap,
Tell us what is it you the butchers perceive,
Is life to you murderers so cheap?
What is your aim,
In this sickening game,
For you have let it be known,
None of you know the definition of shame,
You will even murder your own.
You hate the west,
With the devil you're blessed,
No God would accept what you do,
Fact is when you're put to the test,
Who God is you do not have a clue.
Hypocrisy shines bright,
Though you know it's not right,
You live like the bear eating honey,
It's those you detest who fill you with delight,
You're living off your enemies money?
Face the facts,
Your criminal acts,
Are barbarism no more no less,
It's with Satan himself you have made your pacts,
Your afterlife will be filled with stress.
A martyr my arse,
You are but a farce,
Where you're heading yes we can tell,
Inclusion from your leaders is very sparse,
They know you will end up in Hell.
Ask them why,
They don't want to die,
The answer they'll refuse to reveal,
Martyrdom to them will never apply,
The reason? They know death is real.
So before you go,
Get in the know,
Butchering others is a mortal sin,
Will you get to your Heaven? The answer is NO,
It's Jahannam who'll welcome you in.
Screaming, GOD IS GREAT,
You do overrate,
It does leave a nasty smell,
Face the facts there is no debate,
You are heading straight for HELL.
You're instructed to kill,
As an excuse that is ill,
With Gods rules you have failed to comply,
To pass on your leaders do not have the will,
' That's Why It's You Who Must Die '
people in Germany and throughout the world going about their daily business.
TERRORISTS ARE COWARDLY SCUM
The terrorists deceive,
Dead victims can't grieve,
As their corpses lie in a heap,
Tell us what is it you the butchers perceive,
Is life to you murderers so cheap?
What is your aim,
In this sickening game,
For you have let it be known,
None of you know the definition of shame,
You will even murder your own.
You hate the west,
With the devil you're blessed,
No God would accept what you do,
Fact is when you're put to the test,
Who God is you do not have a clue.
Hypocrisy shines bright,
Though you know it's not right,
You live like the bear eating honey,
It's those you detest who fill you with delight,
You're living off your enemies money?
Face the facts,
Your criminal acts,
Are barbarism no more no less,
It's with Satan himself you have made your pacts,
Your afterlife will be filled with stress.
A martyr my arse,
You are but a farce,
Where you're heading yes we can tell,
Inclusion from your leaders is very sparse,
They know you will end up in Hell.
Ask them why,
They don't want to die,
The answer they'll refuse to reveal,
Martyrdom to them will never apply,
The reason? They know death is real.
So before you go,
Get in the know,
Butchering others is a mortal sin,
Will you get to your Heaven? The answer is NO,
It's Jahannam who'll welcome you in.
Screaming, GOD IS GREAT,
You do overrate,
It does leave a nasty smell,
Face the facts there is no debate,
You are heading straight for HELL.
You're instructed to kill,
As an excuse that is ill,
With Gods rules you have failed to comply,
To pass on your leaders do not have the will,
' That's Why It's You Who Must Die '
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`` That`s Why It`s You Who Must Die ``
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