The poem portrays Islam as a malevolent force that deceives with “honeyed lies,” murders the innocent with “blades of faith,” and reduces cities to rubble, all under the command of Allah—depicted not as a divine being but as Satan in disguise, enthroned in “blood-red skies” and laughing through the Qur’an. It accuses the faith of promising a false paradise of terror and virgins while driving endless jihad, and ends with an urgent call to awaken from this “demonic dream” so that truth may finally dismantle Islam’s destructive scheme.

In shadowed veils where minarets pierce the night,
A creed unfolds in whispers sharp as scythes—
Islam, the serpent coiled in false delight,
Whose tongue drips honeyed lies that blind the eyes.

It slays the innocent with blades of faith,
In markets, mosques, and streets where children play;
Destruction blooms like poppies in its wake,
Cities to rubble, souls to ash decay.

Allah, the tyrant throned in blood-red skies,
Demands the kneel, the lash, the severed head—
Not love, but terror in his paradise,
Where virgins wait amid the rivers red.

Satan himself, in green and crescent guise,
Laughs through the Qur’an’s verses, veiled in lies;
He feasts on fear, on conquest’s brutal prize,
And drags the world to hell in jihad’s cries.

Awake, ye slumberers, from this demonic dream—
The light of truth shall shatter Islam’s scheme!