Holy City Of Mecca By Jacqueline Amos Holy City of Mecca sacred upon thy solid grounds. Soft and delicate , flavors of just love, I cry war upon those who trample on thy creations. There is no excuse for murder, those who kill my creations. Oh thou thousand voices that screams, give me back thy honor upon thy land, tears that cries from the heaven Oh thy great God of creations, I sit upon the lands of sacred psalms, Disasters of vital morality, reality, spirituality life on my back, suppression, manhood of inhibited, songs of rotten death, intellectuality without common sense . Civilizations cries my children for man to see, acceptance of oppressions. Holy Cities of World, Holy Cities of Villages, Holy Cities of all thy creations, has been tarnished by hate and destructions. Thy feet that centers the universe, thy heart that cries for conformity, thy eyes blinded by tears. Oh thy holy city of Mecca , thy children have turned a deaf ear, to my want and dreams. all that symbolize, the holy grounds, that I have ordained. I love creations, I forgiveness of thy sins, I the death of thy son. I the universe of all man. Thy grounds of Holy Cities, that center around my Universe, Oh where is thou loyalty to thy father of creations. Satin who has changed my forbidden laws, loyalty of my children no more, false prophets who come in my name. Oh thy children of thy earth, shall no longer be the disgrace of my children, who sets upon the cross. I no longer shall be the forgiveness, of forbidden laws. Universal destruction by thy right hand. I the image of man, I the father of sacred words, I thy Sacred grounds of the earth. Let not my words be forgotten, each man shall pay. Come not in the cloak of trickery, come not in the cloak of war, come not in the image of satin, come not in the image of grace ties, come not in the name of thy the father. Your wick ness shall not be forgiven , in the land you swear to up hold. Murder, Greed, Deception, Blaspheme, Hatred, Jealousy, Adultery, Slavery of thy sons hanged to the cross. I reclaim my sacred grounds of earth, your children shall feel the disobedience of your pain. Sing not the songs of thee, sing not the glory of greed, sing not the glory of death, sing not the glory of hate, sing not the glory of transgression, thou shall see the anthology, of trickery to deceive my children, of the holy grounds that I have ordained. I cry the words of revolution my war shall be won, Only I thy God will have the last words. Trampling on thy creations, man shall no longer live within thy heavens. All who come in war. I love, I creations, I father, I only one God. Come not in the tongue of thy words, I am love, I am creation, I am one. Let not your victory be by the sword , of the murder of my children, Let not your dreams be the destruction of thy world, Let not your reasoning by un just. Those who come in the cloak , shall feel the pain of those who he in just. Oh thy rise that the devil shall not rejoice, in the creations of my heart, Oh thy rise that satan shall not claim victory , on my holy grounds. All of his followers and leaders shall be no more, I shall have t he last word. World order is mine I say thy God. World order is my sacred grounds. Oh I say thy God. World order is mind, I cry the blood of betrayal of my sons. I the image of man, I the father of sacred words, I thy Sacred grounds of the earth. Let not my words be forgotten, each man shall pay.