Bomb, and bomb again. Bali, Jakarta, New York and another part of this world will be destroyed for some reason that I could not understand. This might be your war but not mine, because I really hate what people say violances. So still you want to continue this ? What are you looking for brother? Stop it, please delete this poem from your mind "Terrorist". I do beleive if you can, because there's something worth in your heart that needed by everybody, and it's called "Love". Or maybe you don't ? But please don,t make it here.
you follow me on the fucking street
you make me feel like a piece of meat
you think i don't know what war means
now i'm the terrorist see how it feels
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