Charlie in Paris
Posted: March 19th, 2015, 6:19 pm
Je suis Cherif…
Je suis Said…
Je suis Amedy…
JE SUIS MORT.
As dead as the blasphemers,
those who mocked God and the Prophet.
Born in France, rejected by France,
always accepted by Islam, the true Islam,
not the weak whimpering Islam of the false Muslims.
My blood brother, my brothers in blood,
we became martyrs, and now we are in Paradise.
Is Paradise an empty desert, filled with burning sand?
Of course, it must be!
Or we would not be wandering here…
Allahu Akbar God is great!!
We went to hear my brave teachers speak,
to learn to use the guns, the bombs,
and we returned to Paris
to share knowledge with our brothers.
We went forth,
hooded and dressed in the true color of Islam--
black, black, black.
The guns thrilled in our hands as the bullets
spilled the red red red blood of the blasphemers,
those fools who dared to mock Mohammed, the Prophet.
We three died martyrs, taking with us
a few of the dogs who had defiled us,
and now we are in Paradise!
Is Paradise an empty desert, filled with burning sand,
beneath a merciless sun, under a white sky?
Of course, it must be!
Or we would not be wandering here…
would we?
Allahu Akbar! God is great!
Je suis Said…
Je suis Amedy…
JE SUIS MORT.
As dead as the blasphemers,
those who mocked God and the Prophet.
Born in France, rejected by France,
always accepted by Islam, the true Islam,
not the weak whimpering Islam of the false Muslims.
My blood brother, my brothers in blood,
we became martyrs, and now we are in Paradise.
Is Paradise an empty desert, filled with burning sand?
Of course, it must be!
Or we would not be wandering here…
Allahu Akbar God is great!!
We went to hear my brave teachers speak,
to learn to use the guns, the bombs,
and we returned to Paris
to share knowledge with our brothers.
We went forth,
hooded and dressed in the true color of Islam--
black, black, black.
The guns thrilled in our hands as the bullets
spilled the red red red blood of the blasphemers,
those fools who dared to mock Mohammed, the Prophet.
We three died martyrs, taking with us
a few of the dogs who had defiled us,
and now we are in Paradise!
Is Paradise an empty desert, filled with burning sand,
beneath a merciless sun, under a white sky?
Of course, it must be!
Or we would not be wandering here…
would we?
Allahu Akbar! God is great!