Dry Season

Pitch the horror to focus bringing the world to its knees Behold the scourge of the centuries Predict a virulent outcome prepare a venomous lie For dominance the innocent will die And I fell like it's a vision God's will for the now and hereafter I can hear it through the ages Like a runnel infected with laughter Just resentment unabated To lay the prize at the feet of the profane For the courage to endure Set upon the populace of a secular state To restore the caliphate Reduce the west to weakness Without the stomach for war Mobilize to arm the poor And I fell like it's a vision God's will for the now and hereafter I can hear it through the ages Like a runnel infected with laughter Just resentment unabated To lay the prize at the feet of the profane For the courage to endure Like prehistoric creatures Predatory ideologues deployed To sew a nihilistic end Exsanguinate the barren fields Burn all the infidels as bait To separate the chosen from the chaff See the prophet has risen Fear the wrath of his vision An infidel or a poet