I decide what i deem Holy; not You.

Mohammad ascended the ladder of al-Quds, the city of the holy prophets, with the Herculean fervency. blessed by war and cursed by his own gallantry, painted with the eagle's blue blood and with the vermillion menses of lion-mothers... all over his body, existential boils infected with the dirty sex-fluids of the Lord's fertile dogs and with the fornication-slime of donkeys, the testicular sweat of dromedaries, impure concoctions of the great dark wilderness… gifts from the God of Religious Dread.