The Art of Thought - Bastard Son

I came after, two who came before,
The first was a racist,
The second was a whore.

I came after, those who came before,
I came to battle for light,
I came to settle the score.

In the name of Allah Almighty,
And Mohammed the most venerated,
I've pillaged murdered and raped,
And left whole civilizations desecated.

I break enemies;
I've never been a fan of bread.
Look to the stars and cross me,
Be prepared to lose your head.

They deny my greatness,
And hate my people.
They call me deluded,
And my views evil.

But what is so wrong whore stoning a whore for her faults?
I do it all for God; I live Moses' laws.

My half Brother and Half Sister,
The racist and the whore,
Who are they to Speak?
They forced me into war.

So I will go on, destroying, pillaging, raping,
Brainwashing babies;
That's the mission Mohammed gave me.
I shall not faulter, I shall not waiver,
I'll show them my worth,
The Lord's most favored.

At cross purposes!

All the glory belongs to Allah. He bestows it upon whom he wills.
There's no war, but delusions and paranoia.
Oh, please there's no war!
Peace!

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