I tear the pages from the filthy quran. I hide my face behind the hijab so that the false and the pretended prophet cannot see the face of the one who destroys them. The water represents the power of life and freedom, fluidity that will the suffering islam inflicts upon the slaves. The fire cleanses the lies from the page.

I am the source of sin that charges them both.

The pages fall, removed one by one from the spine that holds them together, forming a big untrue story. I unravel the story and free the slaves from it's lies. The pages fall, landing in the water, becoming ...

I tear the pages from the filthy quran. I hide my face behind the hijab so that the false and the pretended prophet cannot see the face of the one who destroys them. The water represents the power of life and freedom, fluidity that will the suffering islam inflicts upon the slaves. The fire cleanses the lies from the page.

I am the source of sin that charges them both.

The pages fall, removed one by one from the spine that holds them together, forming a big untrue story. I unravel the story and free the slaves from it's lies. The pages fall, landing in the water, becoming baptized by sin, and then having no meaning at all, turn to mush that I squeeze between my evil fingers. The ink dissolves, and it disappears... the false god along with it.