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Still unchanged since beginning

The birth of the “Devil” without purpose

Only had created battlefields

Nothing makes sense in that damned religion

Fighting for land, lusting for women

Their minds still the home for barbaric thoughts

Worse than the dog they shun,

They kill for nothing

He slam the religion for mad dogs

At last, the incarnation of Shaitan

Molting heart and mating all day

He slam the religion for wild pigs

Praying everyday day towards the Great

Had not shown them any paradise

Only making them more hungrier

Than the stray dogs

They even kill their own peers

In a pretext of pro-action

They bleed for the sick

Without self control

Holding on to their holy books

Of sex, lies and violence

The life of their ideal man

An example of degenerated life

Implementing those laws

Had caused the society’s downfall

These condemned morticians

Still a barbaric horde