Sim Saladin

Enslaved in sand, squatting in nests, oppressive lands, females corressed. Headtowels face east, or bowels maimed, praying for peace, holding a knife, blood-stained. Strap on those sticks, and don that rag gown, all non-believers pricks, their skin not even half brown. "Allahu Akbar!" "Allahu Akbar!" Now going to Virgins, but not the megastore.