The long line of your followers that you detest,
Walking single file with vehement interest,
In their wake blood overflowed into Tigris,
The dead integrated Euphrates causing infest,
That man made Styx was never left to rest,
Lay in your sepulchre with a lustrous golden crest,
Persecuting Christians with nothing to confess,
Never giving a thought to the children bludgeon to death,
Beloved mother's crying holding dead to their breast,
Fathers saying the last goodbyes in their final breath,
Making all life a hell until there was nothing left.
Walking single file with vehement interest,
In their wake blood overflowed into Tigris,
The dead integrated Euphrates causing infest,
That man made Styx was never left to rest,
Lay in your sepulchre with a lustrous golden crest,
Persecuting Christians with nothing to confess,
Never giving a thought to the children bludgeon to death,
Beloved mother's crying holding dead to their breast,
Fathers saying the last goodbyes in their final breath,
Making all life a hell until there was nothing left.
