Mohammed call forth the maggots

You Hazari, you, Herati, you Kabuli, you Kandahari
Open your city gates
Acknowledge your sun-dried debt
Atonement awaits
Glory to god in the highest

Shame to your opium-eaters
Their godless song
Their headless dance
Hosannah in the highest

Display your daughters like dates, like raisins, like almonds
Present them sunless on the pistachio scales
Blessèd for the betrothal chosen
Go in place of peace

Short the diesel death, garotte your holy goat
Opt your holy son, short your wretched daughter
Wash your hands in holy water
My fault, my most grievous fault

Garotte like the holy goat
At your unwashed feet
Your innocent, your unanointed
And also with you

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