Soil enwraps my eye
That I hardly see debris of truth
For I am coccoon in a shroud of terruric
Rays of poverty injection

So I choose to mastermind
My liberation as a jihadist course
Making my opposers pay for their sin
For it's the will of divine

I profess with indoctrination of small portion
As I cast voodoo of ignorance lotion
Upon my mind so it burns in elation
As I give in to suicidal notion

I await a divine gift of virgnity relation
Where my earthly reaction
Gives me unending position
Adorn without damnation

In there I laid in peace
As my torn skin pierce
With avidity of divine lies
So I give my eye in pieces

by
Martin Ijir