The Prophet of Desert

There is no god
That's not My own
That doesn't speak My words
Prostrate on My only begotten god

The past was distortion

The future will be blasphemy

Let the infidel clock tick away to glory

I break the nib that sentenced your destiny

Submit to Me
The way I approve
Defeat, and enjoy the defeated
Slay, but ritually, as per My law

I circumcise, I shroud

I herd My flock in line

Having sermoned unsolicited 

I take no questions, only offense

Have faith in me, since

My faithful eggs break not

And if they did, they had no faith
Mashallah! Heads you lose tails I win