| Re: rhymes -
03-16-2007
its time to spread your wings and start flapping,
coz its time for war when the guns start clapping,
i see a boy in my dreams the one i used to be,
asking me,
how i got to where i am from where i used to be,
try to cleanse myself with sweat of the shaheeds,
but the devil speaks to me with ideas of evil deeds,
'come murder one, come murder one, murder them all'
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