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The misconstrued idea of Muslims.

Submitted: June 12, 2012

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Submitted: June 12, 2012



Chopped loose from the confines of this Westernized society my aim is to live life piously. Comfortably cocooned in pure robes and cloths the similitude of a gift wrapped in pins - no frills we do as ALLAH wills.

They suspect i'm heavy with explosives, gun power off my shoulders, yet all i weigh myself down with is deeds - white deeds.

i aim to blow the homeless crowds up with explosives of food,a sparkly bliss. i aim to kill myself, yes, Suicide by Starvation - what used to warm my stomach will clothe another.

i strive to hijack a plane, replace the pilot with an impartial hunger for knowledge - The Intuitive Aviator. my hysterical passengers will exhale all deep rooted fiery breath, reach for the masks over their temples - masks releasing oxygen particles made of molecules: Atom A -humility * Atom B - peace. Safe landing into a sea called Heaven.

My dress is not my stress - i only wish to impress His Highness.

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