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

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 as risen

Fear the wrath of his vision

An infidel or a poet