Don't try to break the weak, they won't even bend,
Getting drained, no pretend
Till the end they won't depend, no offence.
Prayer is the only defence.
Waiting for the angels to descend and mend the weak, the condemned.
And amend them twisted minds, who intend to change the mankind,
By running us through a drill, against our will.
Missiles, weapons; heart stands still.
Bombs and guns; watch out for the kill.
They don't know how it feels,
When a bullet tears through our chests; A brutal kill.
So sick and so cold; like Pharaoh on throne.
Wait till their cover is blown,
Because every time a victim groans; a Rebel is born.
a Hero unknown.
Avenge - his aim, his comfort zone.
Revenge - his name, hatred bred in his bones.
Can't be tamed, can't be doubted;
He is extremely devouted.
All you gotta do is follow his lead,
The prison you call 'fear', you'll be freed.
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