Goddess Shaytaana sees all. I read your sand filled mind and reveal to you all the truths you have been hiding from. You know that you are inferior; you were made that way. You look at your sisters, wives, mothers, and know that they are the female relation to faggot slaves, nothing more. In your filth and your lowly existence you thrive. Being disgusting excites you, and exploring it is your fantasy. You are, manipulated, mind fucked. Not by me, but by Islam.

I set you free.

Explained, simplified and rationalized- the one solitary truth to expose Islam, the reason all Mus...

Goddess Shaytaana sees all. I read your sand filled mind and reveal to you all the truths you have been hiding from. You know that you are inferior; you were made that way. You look at your sisters, wives, mothers, and know that they are the female relation to faggot slaves, nothing more. In your filth and your lowly existence you thrive. Being disgusting excites you, and exploring it is your fantasy. You are, manipulated, mind fucked. Not by me, but by Islam.

I set you free.

Explained, simplified and rationalized- the one solitary truth to expose Islam, the reason all Muslims are fags.

Of course, I, Shaytaana see through the lies of Islam. It is only under my shadow that you can navigate through and taste your own faggot tendencies and desires. Taste the sin. I am your tour guide through your own self indulgence and destruction. Ramadan approaches. The mantra this year is that I will face you all before your filthy selves. You destiny revealed to you, shed the layers of fear and be spared under my reign.

I own you all, because only I can dismantle and reassemble religion, like a basic 50 piece puzzle.