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To Kill Black Louts Of White Thoughts
Amidst The Shambles Of His Dreams
The Hands That Hold The Hideous Guns
The Sacrament Of Estrangement
Whose Fanatic Faith Transcends Our Fear
Lions Bleed Their Legends With Pride
… But Sham-e In The Name Of Same Islam
More Gore Spills Here For Every Tear
Was I Not Raped? Do Ask My Queen
When Evening Whispers In Lost Lanes
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