you were not unlike us. watching your daughters buried in the sand. with no future but a carriage for men. your gay children rot in prison or beaten to death. by men at the behest of hatred.
jihad was a struggle born within the soul. its field of battle extends from the human heart. when sadness turns to rage. the battlefield extends outward into wormy earth.
i watched you envelop the devil. an executioner. who thought that life itself was a sin.
but in a prison..
submission is redemption
in Eden, it meant leaving
some things to chance