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Wakes up to the smell of blood

The mother, widow proud to be one

Answering the call of dead

To celebrate the death of her son

Gunshot ridden lullabies

For a better afterlife

It's the infant's destiny

In a country torn by strife

Innocence slayed on the streets

Pay homage to your own beliefs

Born and raised amidst deceits

Blinded from the sea of grief

Delusive sight of dignity

Slaughtered in the name of god

Praising damned insanity

Blame it on your mighty lord

I dream of God's kingdom

As I take my last breath

Predatory martyrdom

As I heed to the gods of death