The Terrorist
Whatever has come can't say
the fear and tense arouse terror
the tongues of fire on the way
the ogre has come to prey me
Every dusk they dig deeper
in a religious shrine for evil
yours I quest where to run?
the ogre has come to prey me
The youth day and night they pick
With cheats on their toungue surface
the onslaught of entire humanity
the ogre has come to prey me
The youths enough to unmask
the matchstick unmasked
reveal the mourning firms
the ogre has come to prey me
Brotherly yearn to distinguish
the best ally your foes
the monster knows not a kin
the ogre has come to prey me
sit on one buttock dear a kith
together hold your religious palms
and the wisdom written in the psalms
the ogre has come to prey me
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