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Parham Gharavaisi
Wake up to a world
Corroded and defaced
With the mirror looking back
Dead in the eye
Why you not them?
Inadequate, always incomplete
Finally find the truth
In violence, crude yet only fair
Show them true fear
Bestow upon them suffering
For soon they too shall believe
Few stains remain; tainted
To purify the soul; corrosive
It all falls on you
To carry the torch
Of our savior
Heaven awaits
On the other side
Do one more deed
Pull the pin
And off you fly
Show them true fear
Bestow upon them suffering
For soon they too shall believe
Heed the truth in declaration
Henceforth against the heathens
Martyrs; for our cause
Has adjudicated their death just
Show them true fear
Bestow upon them suffering
For soon all too shall believe