Letter: III
The Battle of Badr
(A Revelation from the angel Uriel to Moss)
There will be blood in the sand tonight—
Like gravy over meat,
Dead bodies eating soil, vultures chewing
Hearts from corpuses’
Eyes plucked out, of their sockets, like
Candles in a twist—
And I see Muhammad hiding in a cave,
Safe, watching all this;
Yesterday, he walked tall, like a peacock,
Among men of the world;
Today, he’s evasive, hiding behind shadows,
Like a frightened little girl.
#2262/ 2-16-2008
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what a load of codswallop; its laughable. Judging by the contents of your silly, falsified little poem, i can see you don't even know the basics of the battles fought by the prophet Muhammad. I suggest you get rid of that h8 and prejudice inside you and read some non-prejudiced material about the Prophet's life. Ignoramus's like you are a shame to your people.
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