| Blessed be the naïve who travel so far
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| only to see their destroyed dreams
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| a pilgrimage of honesty is now twisted
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| after years of obscene stream
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| Blend Into The Darkness,
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| became as one with nothing at all,
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| invariable viciousness,
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| consume another flesh to control
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| Ask atonement for your mercy
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| and replace them with malice instead,
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| salvage the remains of integrity
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| and mutate them to serve as a blade
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| Blessed be thy shotgun who keep thee safe at night,
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| blessed by thy knuckle duster who tend your children right,
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| blessed be indifference which flag bureaucracy,
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| blessed be thy Violence which fortify thyself with thee
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| Ask atonement for your mercy
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| and replace them with malice instead,
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| salvage the remains of integrity
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| and mutate them to serve as a blade
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| Terrorism doesn’t distinguish between human beings,
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| does not care if it strikes down men or women, adult or infant,
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| with the stench of death in the air, at the sight of a bomb blast,
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| while the television shows limbs flying in the streets, somewhere —
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| someone is watching the same scenes and rubbing his hands together in pleasure
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| as he plans the next attacks. |