Lebanon, Syria, Palestine: Triangle Of Triumph

by Jonathan “Madd Cold” Azaziah

The enemy says it’s a wretched void…

Where ghosts gather in a rather ragged and jagged batch of eclectic noise…

But as I walk towards it, I see the best of boys…

And the best of men, moving with perfected poise…

It’s the nexus point…

Triangle of Triumph…

Where Martyrs go sky-gazing with sublime angels and flyers…

And anti-tank missiles are launched, they attack from Divine angles inspired…

The enemy says it’ll be theirs forever, we’ll never be anything but wretched slaves…

“Eretz Yisrael” they call it, such a regressive, detestable and oppressive name…

But as I walk towards it, I see many a Martyr who wield ’47s like a dexterous and effective mage…

Behind brush and atop mountains, their bullets caress the winds and direct the flames…

It’s the nexus stage…

Triangle of Victory…

Where Martyrs go to space-surf with those who rock fly halos auspiciously…

And their shine signifies Resistance will never die while Zion fries, strangled in misery…

The enemy says to settle down…

Scared out of its wits, inevitable demise looming like an eclipse that dishevels clouds…

The Martyrs rise, Suns of Bilad al-Sham are too bright for this pathetic hound…

This feral rat, it barks and scurries off as the trumpets turned up to eleven sound…

313 soldiers led by the General out of Al-Ghayba (A.S.), and his Deputy, the Messiah (A.S.), Raiders who blaze the “chosen” fakers, Yellow and Green flag quaking, it even leaves the devils wowed…

It’s the nexus crown…

Where the Heaven-bound hurdle Heaven’s bounds…

Enemy should’ve listened when those Janoubi and Baalbaki champions said and vowed…

NEVER will they EVER bow…

NEVER, do you get it now?!…

Triangle of Legends, Triangle of Believers…

Lebanon, Palestine, Syria, a refined haven that defies age, it is an Eden…

And it will be liberated as surely as the ocean will stay deep tomorrow, the Yahoud and their crime wave will be defeated…

Hand-crafted, the signature of ALLAH (SWT)…

Hopes and dreams of the moujahideen in the greens, it ain’t ligatured to the maw…

They’re the makers of moonlight and the triggerers of the stars…

The guiders of the rockets, sending ’em to Dajjal…

Flowers of ferocity grow, like galaxies of beauty…

Renegade roots planted, dancing on occupiers’ graves, better than virtual realities or movies…

The next Nasrallah, the next Mughniyeh…

The next Shaqaqi, the next Assad, the precious leaders….

They’re all here, and ready to rep it eager…

The next Khomeini, the next Badreddine…

The next “death to ‘Israel'” from the mouth of the blessed Martyrs who scream….

From the lips of lions…

Come roars of Mouqawamistically rich defiance…

Triangle of Triumph, triple win…

Lebanese sunlight unlike any other, let it kiss your skin…

Syrian soil, nothing more hallowed or glorious…

Palestinian air, breathe it abyssally and run the path alongside the shadows of warriors…

Triangle of Triumph, a name for every Shahid who ascended in these very trenches with bravery…

It’s just a blink away, you heard? Just a blink away… ‘Till every inch is invader-free…

~ The End ~

(Striking Star Salute to ultra-gifted revolutionary Lebanese photographer @Jnoubie for the breathtaking photo of the Lebanon-Syria-Palestine nexus point)

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