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The atrocities of Islam are (still) met by silence (and denial)

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Lyrics, extract:

Hello darkness, my old friend
I’ve come to talk with you again
Because a vision softly creeping
Left its seeds while I was sleeping
And the vision that was planted in my brain
Still remains
Within the sound of silence

…

And in the naked light I saw
Ten thousand people, maybe more
People talking without speaking
People hearing without listening
People writing songs that voices never share
And no one dared
Disturb the sound of silence

Fools, said I, you do not know
Silence like a cancer grows
Hear my words that I might teach you
Take my arms that I might reach you
But my words, like silent raindrops fell
And echoed in the wells of silence

…

4 thoughts on “The atrocities of Islam are (still) met by silence (and denial)”

  1. Creedence Clearwater Revival var tider det inga muslimer att bry sig utan bara floder power och en massa brass. Oh vad gött man mådde då tog livet med en klackspark

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  2. ”Bad Moon Rising”

    I see the bad moon arising.
    I see trouble on the way.
    I see earthquakes and lightnin’.
    I see bad times today.

    Don’t go around tonight,
    Well, it’s bound to take your life,
    There’s a bad moon on the rise.

    I hear hurricanes ablowing.
    I know the end is coming soon.
    I fear rivers over flowing.
    I hear the voice of rage and ruin.

    All right!

    Hope you got your things together.
    Hope you are quite prepared to die.
    Looks like we’re in for nasty weather.
    One eye is taken for an eye.

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