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Al-Masih ad-Dajjal (Arabic: المسيح الدجّال Al-Masīḥ ad-Dajjāl, "the false messiah", or "the deceiver"), is an evil figure in Islamic eschatology. He is to appear pretending to be the Masih (i.e. the Messiah) at a time in the future, before Yawm al-Qiyamah (Day of Resurrection). He will be an anti-messiah figure, Muslims consider him to be the Antichrist, and to Armilus, in Christian and medieval Jewish eschatology, respectively.
Dajjāl is an adjective of Syriac origin. It is also a common Arabic word (دجال) whose root is dajl meaning "lie" or "deception". Al-Masīḥ ad-Dajjāl, with the definite article al- ("the"), refers to "the deceiving Messiah", a specific end-of times deceiver. The Dajjāl is an evil being who will seek to impersonate the true Messiah.
The name Dajjal also is rooted in an Arabic word dajel, which means to gold plate or coat in gold.
According to hadith, Muhammad is said to have prophesied that the Masih ad-Dajjal would be the last of a series of thirty Dajjal or "deceivers" .
Hey, you say you like the way the cowboys tip their hats and say,
"How's it goin' ma'am?"
But you're never quite clear if their glares are sincere
Or really only just second hand
To you it's all voices, its a lavender haze
The man is a marvel, but it's a shame about his brains
But that's OK
You say "he's got straight teeth and it's good sex"
you look to the sky
You look to the man
you claim innocence and not to understand
Or do you, do you?
There's a big mad wearing a white suit and patent leather shoes
he want to take his monkeys to see the kids at the zoo
'Cause the gypsy on the corner said
"Hey, Mister you can't lose."
And it's your first day at the track
you feel that heat on your back
We all want to find a way to beat the system
Find some rhythm in the madness
Get down on your knees and pray
Say, "I'll do whatever you want, God
Just let me have my way"
Well will you, will you?
come on all you merry men
rally your cry
dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely
Hey, hey blow the men down
Just like the girls today with nothing to say
No more pigtails and pony rides
They're sophisticated
They sip on lattes
And have their eyes on a bigger prize
We shake our fists and say, "Well good golly we're mad
That God kills children with our very own hands"
We claim innocence and not to understand
Or do we, do we?
come on all you merry men
Rally your cry
dance with the devil for tomorrow we'll surely
Hey, hey blow the men down
Blow the men down