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Broken Promises 72 Virgins
A Poem
You killed 72 virgins while you were alive. For a promise of 72 virgins on the day you died.
Fill your heart with hate for a little boy playing in the sand. If asked he would gladly offer a hug or even hold your hand.
Spill the blood of a little girl wearing her favorite Sabbath Day dress. Do you believe this deed is worthy for Allah to bless?
They say to commit suicide for a religion draped in love. For a promise of 72 virgins from the good Lord above.
Eternal life will be yours only if you perpetrate the ultimate sin. The uneducated have yet to learn the difference, taught this hate by so-called holy men.
These same demons use the Good Book to pass off their no-good deeds. Orchestrating the death and destruction of a generation of family seeds.
Satan dwells in the hearts of men, spreading lies for others to commit unspeakable crimes. Is there no justice for the children, are we living in the end times?
Broken promises offered by broken men, they shall spend the afterlife in the deepest pit of hell. May Allah protect us from this type of evil while here on earth, lock them away in a small lonely cell.
My God! How Can A Promise Propel The Righteous To Be So Wickedly Wrong!
In the end, they will see the 72 virgins were one of many lies. Surrounded by nothingness in the hereafter on the day his soul dies.
