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Then, when the Trumpet will be blown, there will be no kinship between them on that Day, nor will they even care to ask about one another.
As for those whose scale is heavy with good deeds, it is they who will be successful.
But those whose scale is light, they will have doomed themselves, staying in Hell forever.
The Fire will burn their faces, leaving them deformed...
It will be said, “Were My revelations not recited to you, yet you denied them?”
They will cry, “Our Lord! Our ill-fate took hold of us, so we became a misguided people.
Our Lord! Take us out of Hellfire. Then if we ever return to denial, we will truly be wrongdoers.”
Allah will respond, “Be despised in there! Do not ever plead with Me again!
Indeed, there was a group of My servants who used to pray, ‘Our Lord! We have believed, so forgive us and have mercy on us, for You are the best of those who show mercy,’
but you were so busy making fun of them that it made you forget My remembrance. And you used to laugh at them.
Today I have indeed rewarded them for their perseverance:
they are certainly the triumphant.”
A translated excerpt from the Surah Al-Mu'minun, The Quran
As for those whose scale is heavy with good deeds, it is they who will be successful.
But those whose scale is light, they will have doomed themselves, staying in Hell forever.
The Fire will burn their faces, leaving them deformed...
It will be said, “Were My revelations not recited to you, yet you denied them?”
They will cry, “Our Lord! Our ill-fate took hold of us, so we became a misguided people.
Our Lord! Take us out of Hellfire. Then if we ever return to denial, we will truly be wrongdoers.”
Allah will respond, “Be despised in there! Do not ever plead with Me again!
Indeed, there was a group of My servants who used to pray, ‘Our Lord! We have believed, so forgive us and have mercy on us, for You are the best of those who show mercy,’
but you were so busy making fun of them that it made you forget My remembrance. And you used to laugh at them.
Today I have indeed rewarded them for their perseverance:
they are certainly the triumphant.”
A translated excerpt from the Surah Al-Mu'minun, The Quran
RELATIONS
MY BELOVED ALLIES, WHO I SHALL STICK WITH THROUGH THICK AND THIN UNTIL PROVEN TRIUMPHANT, INSHALLAH
THE COMMANDER
The first look you took at me, you thought I was a problem
A noble Sultan toward his rebellious Emir
But I have dedicated myself to my fiefdom you gave me,
Rebuilding its' ziggurat, training its' soldiers, thrashing its' slaves
And I shall lead great war campaigns in your honor
To Ajam, to Jazira, and to Khuzestan
And may Allah look kindly upon me and may His light shine at my aegis,
For we shall turn this snowy wasteland into a warm and fruitful paradise.
The first look you took at me, you thought I was a problem
A noble Sultan toward his rebellious Emir
But I have dedicated myself to my fiefdom you gave me,
Rebuilding its' ziggurat, training its' soldiers, thrashing its' slaves
And I shall lead great war campaigns in your honor
To Ajam, to Jazira, and to Khuzestan
And may Allah look kindly upon me and may His light shine at my aegis,
For we shall turn this snowy wasteland into a warm and fruitful paradise.
THE SPY
The youth started off young, his first target was his parents,
Telling the teacher every single misdeed.
She relayed these to Uncle Saddam, and Uncle Saddam sent the Mukhabarat
Shooting them in your own backyard.
From there, the youth grew -- From serving governments to serving syndicates,
The cops were coming, the cops!
Bastards, Fiends! So you run to the warlord and let him see,
In a flash, the heretics vanish from sight
Justice wasn't served that day.
Rainbows shine while good men die.
The youth started off young, his first target was his parents,
Telling the teacher every single misdeed.
She relayed these to Uncle Saddam, and Uncle Saddam sent the Mukhabarat
Shooting them in your own backyard.
From there, the youth grew -- From serving governments to serving syndicates,
The cops were coming, the cops!
Bastards, Fiends! So you run to the warlord and let him see,
In a flash, the heretics vanish from sight
Justice wasn't served that day.
Rainbows shine while good men die.
THE DETECTIVE
A scream before death, red blood upon white ice,
Yet you wished to persevere -- You wished to solve the case,
The Sultan's best agent would not back down without a fight.
Yet the eagles' words held their weight, for the eagle was aged
And you withdrew, continuing your search in secret
Another fool would have to drink from your poison-laced goblet,
For only sinners deal in wine, and sorcerers in spirits.
A scream before death, red blood upon white ice,
Yet you wished to persevere -- You wished to solve the case,
The Sultan's best agent would not back down without a fight.
Yet the eagles' words held their weight, for the eagle was aged
And you withdrew, continuing your search in secret
Another fool would have to drink from your poison-laced goblet,
For only sinners deal in wine, and sorcerers in spirits.
THE CANUCK
They say in times of strife, a man from the mountains will come
To the decadent lowlands, where cowards and heathens reign
Bringing them the torch -- Forged in hardship and might,
Never to be extinguished for a thousand years.
Saladin and Sikandar, of Sabuktigin and Saddam,
The Arabs, Kurds and Turkmen never expected
A greater mountain range lied beyond their realms
In the Rockies, the Anglo-Saxons found their fortress,
Defending their women and children from American decadence
In there, my child, you were born
Destined for greatness.
They say in times of strife, a man from the mountains will come
To the decadent lowlands, where cowards and heathens reign
Bringing them the torch -- Forged in hardship and might,
Never to be extinguished for a thousand years.
Saladin and Sikandar, of Sabuktigin and Saddam,
The Arabs, Kurds and Turkmen never expected
A greater mountain range lied beyond their realms
In the Rockies, the Anglo-Saxons found their fortress,
Defending their women and children from American decadence
In there, my child, you were born
Destined for greatness.
THE MARTYRED
Like a child, the decadent Caliph screamed
The son of siblings, whose fathers' first love was a Turk's aged goat,
Swinging his scepter until the noblest knight was downed
Screaming like a He-Bitch that sprawled from Under-Earth
But I took the blame for you,
for I did not want you to be left astray
When an unruly, drunken father punishes one son
The brother must take the pain.
Like a child, the decadent Caliph screamed
The son of siblings, whose fathers' first love was a Turk's aged goat,
Swinging his scepter until the noblest knight was downed
Screaming like a He-Bitch that sprawled from Under-Earth
But I took the blame for you,
for I did not want you to be left astray
When an unruly, drunken father punishes one son
The brother must take the pain.
MY VICTIMS, THE DOGS THAT GET BEAT
LADY FEARFUL
The Infertile Rat. Sniffling and scratching at her nose,
Hobbling across the desert.
A great famine has struck Iraq! Inflicted by our noblest President,
The Jews have invaded from the West, Americans from the South,
Ajami's from the East -- We must all starve for the salvation
Of the holy battle-front.
You scurry across the bushes, gathering and nibbling at
The dead plants, and the dead trees
And dead insects of our dying land.
...
Bread? Crumbs?
In a pretty little trail, you nibble and nibble
Not seeing what lies at the end
Of your tunnel.
The Guardsman smiles,
For the trap has been set and sprung.
The Infertile Rat. Sniffling and scratching at her nose,
Hobbling across the desert.
A great famine has struck Iraq! Inflicted by our noblest President,
The Jews have invaded from the West, Americans from the South,
Ajami's from the East -- We must all starve for the salvation
Of the holy battle-front.
You scurry across the bushes, gathering and nibbling at
The dead plants, and the dead trees
And dead insects of our dying land.
...
Bread? Crumbs?
In a pretty little trail, you nibble and nibble
Not seeing what lies at the end
Of your tunnel.
The Guardsman smiles,
For the trap has been set and sprung.
LORD IGNORANCE
The Last Zionist in Baghdad speaks
(Since he's the last, we must convince him to stay, correct?)
"And I have but a speech for the noble Iraqis!" He said,
"Shouldn't your society need a man such as I?
For I am the last in your city, an individual, something unique!
I propose that we legalize abortion! Give women their trousers!
To legalize music! To ban prayer!
As the Khomeini says, if a man wants to be a woman, let him be!"
The Last Zionist of Baghdad, the Last Doctor of Baghdad,
Spewed so much drivel that the good Arab people decided
They would rather die than be granted the gift
of 'Modern' medicine.
The Last Zionist in Baghdad speaks
(Since he's the last, we must convince him to stay, correct?)
"And I have but a speech for the noble Iraqis!" He said,
"Shouldn't your society need a man such as I?
For I am the last in your city, an individual, something unique!
I propose that we legalize abortion! Give women their trousers!
To legalize music! To ban prayer!
As the Khomeini says, if a man wants to be a woman, let him be!"
The Last Zionist of Baghdad, the Last Doctor of Baghdad,
Spewed so much drivel that the good Arab people decided
They would rather die than be granted the gift
of 'Modern' medicine.
MY SWORN ENEMIES, DAMNED THEY BE, MAY THE DOGS DEVOUR THEIR CORPSES FOR THEY SERVE ONLY DEVILS, ZIONISTS, AND SORCERERS
THE BASTARD
Allah the Merciful, Allah the Ever-Lasting, Allah, Glory Be To Him,
I fear He believed my life was going to be too easy,
So He created you, Zionist American dog.
Son of Sharon, a child in adult skin,
I curse your history, I curse your DNA!
May your every feminine ancestor be ashamed!
May your every masculine ancestor be shot!
Even Shaytan, damned he, be ashamed that you were created,
You are the abortion of an effeminate devil, a foul smelling creature
That should have never been brought to this Earth!
I will kill you, I will wrap my hands around your neck,
I will stomp you out of existence, you melting-pot mutt!
To Hell with you, for He wills it!
Allah the Merciful, Allah the Ever-Lasting, Allah, Glory Be To Him,
I fear He believed my life was going to be too easy,
So He created you, Zionist American dog.
Son of Sharon, a child in adult skin,
I curse your history, I curse your DNA!
May your every feminine ancestor be ashamed!
May your every masculine ancestor be shot!
Even Shaytan, damned he, be ashamed that you were created,
You are the abortion of an effeminate devil, a foul smelling creature
That should have never been brought to this Earth!
I will kill you, I will wrap my hands around your neck,
I will stomp you out of existence, you melting-pot mutt!
To Hell with you, for He wills it!
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