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The conqueror, of the west,

His ignorance, for the rest,

Has broken ties, behind our lines,

In the exodus of our kind

In his reign, unexpected crimes,

We were lost, through distorted lines,

All we knew, When they came on down,

American Jihad , Has become our crown

Freedoms, have been sold,

Fall in line, to his hold,

Complacency, must be haste,

To empower, the American waste

Raise your head, from brothers’ grave,

Tell me, we weren’t wrong,

The conqueror, he’s sleeping well,

While we fight, while we die,

These victims burn, cant ask why,

Never to escape this conquerors device