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This rap song isn't about hate and animosity. It's not about races and war, but has a touch of what makes us Muslims. We suffer not because he hates us, but because he knows that with wealth, power and pleasure, we would be contaminated with pride, letting in the devil. Allah guides us by teaching us to use our pain for good, not evil. The devil has touched them to the brink of no return, and harming them will lead them away to hell, with cruel, inhumane acts of hatred waged upon us. We would have brought it on ourselves because we didn't pity them, but disgusted them like they were inferior, hence letting in pride for Satan to use once again!

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I grew up looking up to the grown-ups. They seemed to know wassup, and would talk gibberish, fucking wouldn't shut up.
I'm solaced and quiet, and it seemed I wasn't loved all along. I never knew; maybe it was gloved. Maybe I was just a lost dove without wings falling from high above, only to be manipulated and mocked in lies.
There are so many fucking things that hurt my mangled and mutated mind. I want to turn back the ticking time in my chest, sit in heaven, and unwind, alone and aligned. But my back doesn't feel fully spined. On my soul, they've dined.
I don't expect much and don't care to love or even touch. If I broke my legs, I wouldn't even use a crutch. BECAUSE I WANT THE PAIN. It's all I know, and it helps me grow. Life left its stain and left me with self-hate bane. What was the gain of treating a kid like he was insane? It's like I was born in Spain.
I believe there's a precious caretaker who watches his lost friend. I'll meet him in the end, even if time itself fucking fails and bends. I hope he often sends help and a hand he lovingly lends.
Death is a door, even if I want no more, I must carry on to my core, even if life is a rot making my soul sore.
Why does death deny me, mocking me sinisterly? If the devil has the power to control death, then we have only one shot, one breath. To end evil and level hell so very well. If one could sell their soul for an earthly goal, hell is defined and destined worse than death denied.