Credit: The Appalachian Mountain Band

The Synagogue of Satan
You kiss the boots of Ahmadinejad’s kin,
While six million ghosts scream from within.
To Tehran you marched, heads bowed low,
As if Auschwitz had no ash to show.

Wrapped in black, you are the cursed,
The Waffen-SS, rehearsed and reversed.
With payot swaying, you sell out the dead,
Feeding on Jewish blood, hot and red.

You pine for Caesars, whips, and chains,
And dream of new destruction by Roman flames.
Their spears you wield, their tongue you speak,
A modern Antiochus in talit and tefillin chic.

With Nazi zeal you mock our pain,
Profane the Sabbath in Baal’s name.
You burn our flags, and raise Satan’s fire,
Collaborating with Ishmael as our children expire.

Your cash-stained lips suck martyr’s blood,
Dancing on graves in a traitor’s flood.
Arafat paid you in silver and shame,
You pocketed both in Satan’s name.

“Zionists aren’t Jews!”—so you say,
Yet it’s you who go the Amalek way.
You brand the righteous as impure,
While blessing tyrants, pure and secure.

Would the Vilna Gaon rise to see,
His students courting Jew hate infamy?
From Torah halls to Quds Day death decree,
You’ve made the Tree of Life a gallows tree.

To Hezbollah and Hamas, you kneel,
While mixing Jewish blood with your matza meal.
To child-killers, you lend your voice—
Prosecuting Jews is your ultimate choice.

Thus says the Lord in wrath and flame:
Your body shall burn, your soul the same.
The wind shall scatter your ash and bone,
No Kaddish heard, you’ll die alone.
The worms shall feast, your name erased—
By jackals watched, by men disgraced.

May heaven obliterate your name,
And hell rejoice in your cursed shame.
Let tombstones this message flare:
“Here lies Neturei Karta Eternally damned, beware!”