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I actually wrote this!
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The last shaheed
As he sets out of his door
His goal still far
With one mission on his mind
To please Allah
As he looks to his left
He sees injustice and plight
And the same he sees
As he looks to his right
He cannot stay
In this kaafir land
Where hypocrisy is abundant
Like grains of sand
His money and health
He shall generously give
To fight for the Muslims
So that they may live
If he is killed
What does he care
This life is a test
And he has lived his share
The Munafiqs are confused
And cannot think
In their worldly pleasures
They shall slowly sink
When they are asked of
Chechnya, Iraq or Palestine
They simply say
‘What business is this of mine?’
But he is different
As their calls he hears
He cares not of Munafiqeen
Only Allah he fears
For Him he stands
Brave and tall
And it is for Allah
That he dies and falls
And as they pry the sword
From his cold dead hands
And his head lies softly
On the golden sand
They gently shut
The lids of his eyes
And cry the tears
Of when a martyr dies
By Moi

The last shaheed
As he sets out of his door
His goal still far
With one mission on his mind
To please Allah
As he looks to his left
He sees injustice and plight
And the same he sees
As he looks to his right
He cannot stay
In this kaafir land
Where hypocrisy is abundant
Like grains of sand
His money and health
He shall generously give
To fight for the Muslims
So that they may live
If he is killed
What does he care
This life is a test
And he has lived his share
The Munafiqs are confused
And cannot think
In their worldly pleasures
They shall slowly sink
When they are asked of
Chechnya, Iraq or Palestine
They simply say
‘What business is this of mine?’
But he is different
As their calls he hears
He cares not of Munafiqeen
Only Allah he fears
For Him he stands
Brave and tall
And it is for Allah
That he dies and falls
And as they pry the sword
From his cold dead hands
And his head lies softly
On the golden sand
They gently shut
The lids of his eyes
And cry the tears
Of when a martyr dies
By Moi