From the Mountain Top

shave your beard, trim your hair, lay low in
the crowds, consolidate your prayers so the
innocent cannot detect your nefarious deed,

kill all you can to fulfill your master's plan
from the enthroned burrowed dens of Pakistan,
where the Sons of Darkness gather to breed,

try as you may, and you can try as you will,
it matters not the number of us you kill,
times past have proved you cannot succeed,

it's just a matter of time 'til you concede.

(A Tribute to the Sons of Light)

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