No Passage Through Mecca - Part I Poem by Mason Maestro

When the doctrine's blood was young
And no other had such vices
Add two and two, then
We may further understand this crisis

There's no driving toward their Mecca
Or getting mercy for yourself
You don't go passing through Mecca
Or else

You're a walking live weapon
Spreading 'cross the Middle East
Then through Africa in swarms
Stopping only for a feast

Islam's gone amok
Running crowds with a truck
Sequel to the Conquest is meant to fool us
Mohammed's a sinner
Genitalia skinner
Worship false prophets and remain self-righteous
Saying, 'Holy Allah, save us'
Now C-4 detonate us
Somehow sin within us leaves
A childless father grieves
It's terribly deep
But their world is incomplete
It only lacks your absence
And nothing else