Friday the thirteenth
City of lights
Flow of refugees
Spawns migrant disease
Decades of conflict
Erupts amongst filth
Violence on the streets
Racial tensions unleashed
Kill the patron of Isreal
Covered In blood
Dragging the dead
Butchery and intifada
Raped with knive
Severed genitals
Suicide mission to the West
Islamic death cult
Spilling oceans of blood
Flow forth biblical flood
We are the weak
The soft and spineless
Well sell our countrymen
For public approval
We have no culture
Or country of our own
Curse our forefathers
Relieve us their memory