Holding up the competitive that thou become a devil that sipping human blood. Thou art called it jihad. Holding up the desire for fame that thou dressed in human intestine. Thou art a priest called it. Thou art not given even a ray of light. Thou art not given the freedom of all. Thou art not given a drop of hope. Imprisoned in the land turned into just a clod. Not raise to thee. No God lament thee. Thy left hand is one that maggot-infested figs.