* Jesus pray for me
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* White robed martyrs pray for me
#downwithISIS #convert
"the taking of one innocent life is like taking all of Mankind... and the saving of one life is like saving all of Mankind" - Holy Qur'an, 5:33.
+-----"A Drunken Poem For ISIS; I See A Man Covered In Your Blood"
Dear ISIS I see a 33 year old
Hebrew man every time you make
a martyr; The aggregate of him, rather,
in hundreds of corpses of men and
women slumped over your feet
after you swing swords to slake
your senseless thirst for injustice, the
scythe in the hands of the Angel of
Death inoculated against a moral
conscience, addicted to the toll of
suffering…like an ecstatic drug. When
the heads roll away from the bodies,
and you jeer and hiss like a mob of
debased Romans, splayed wet blood
and drool smeared across the beards,
slaves to Caesar-like perverted Islamic
doctrines (that ironically sow seeds of
the greatest human upheaval to reap
Utopian harvests) you have never
truly known, I see a courageous man
walking dirt roads in order to appease
his rabid killers’ primordial demands.
Ignoring his own pride like skull fragments
piercing through the heel. So know that
when they die this is the memoir your
victims leave you: The Summit of Golgotha,
portal to paradise for those virtuous:
innocent flesh dangling from a cross by
rusted nails, a torso rippling in heavy winter
winds… for love and charity. Dying for
those who know not what they do (hint
YOU) praying they'd be forgiven
The Christian martyrs you
make have the thickest bonds,
the densest spirits. They will
not be forgotten. They (like Jesus)
still live and await your judgement.
ISIS you should repent. Stop killing
Christians. God is NOT pleased.
-----Matthew 27:38-54/Revelation 6:9-11
Two rebels were crucified with him, one on his right and one on his left. Those who passed by hurled insults at him, shaking their heads and saying, “You who are going to destroy the temple and build it in three days, save yourself! Come down from the cross, if you are the Son of God!” In the same way the chief priests, the teachers of the law and the elders mocked him. “He saved others,” they said, “but he can’t save himself! He’s the king of Israel! Let him come down now from the cross, and we will believe in him. He trusts in God. Let God rescue him now if he wants him, for he said, ‘I am the Son of God.’” In the same way the rebels who were crucified with him also heaped insults on him. From noon until three in the afternoon darkness came over all the land. About three in the afternoon Jesus cried out in a loud voice, “Eli, Eli, lema sabachthani?” (which means “My God, my God, why have you forsaken me?”). When some of those standing there heard this, they said, “He’s calling Elijah.” Immediately one of them ran and got a sponge. He filled it with wine vinegar, put it on a staff, and offered it to Jesus to drink. The rest said, “Now leave him alone. Let’s see if Elijah comes to save him.” And when Jesus had cried out again in a loud voice, he gave up his spirit. At that moment the curtain of the temple was torn in two from top to bottom. The earth shook, the rocks split and the tombs broke open. The bodies of many holy people who had died were raised to life. They came out of the tombs after Jesus’ resurrection and went into the holy city and appeared to many people. When the centurion and those with him who were guarding Jesus saw the earthquake and all that had happened, they were terrified, and exclaimed, “Surely he was the Son of God!”/ When he opened the fifth seal, I saw under the altar the souls of those who had been slain because of the word of God and the testimony they had maintained. They called out in a loud voice, “How long, Sovereign Lord, holy and true, until you judge the inhabitants of the earth and avenge our blood?” Then each of them was given a white robe, and they were told to wait a little longer, until the full number of their fellow servants, their brothers and sisters, were killed just as they had been.
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