am surrounded by suffering
I hear the screams piercing through the flames
I'm nauseated by the sight of too much pain
Pain disease and pestilence
I can not chield my eyes why wouldn't this channel change
They throw their hands in the air
Bask in die glory of a suicide
I am repulsed by ths sight of to much pain
Fanatics justify the blood for their god
To die a martyr is death and glory
Threatened by the piece that others enjoy
Content in their archaic ideologies
It's Catastrophic
No aspiration of peace
No peaceful coexistence
Their foolish pride lead them straight into their graves
You brought us fear for a short time
But you will never feel that sense of safety anymore
In time you'll pay your penance
You fucked with the wrong ones this time
Your skies will rain fire
Your families corpses fertilize your fucking barren sand
The thrill of a tall, ths rows of the body bags
The fear that you breathe will teach you to never trend on me