I WILL KILL HIM FIRST!
Let me fight till my sword
Is glued to my hands by my sweat!
Let me kill till my conscience is
Buried in the grave of frustration!
Let me kill till blood spill
Become Unable to quench this fiery thirst!
Let me kill the man with a turban,
Let me kill him with a every stroke
Of the scribble of my pen
Till it grows old and unable to leave trails
When it's ink have been sapped
By the paper!
Let me kill, O let me kill
The man who branded me an infidel
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