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This blown out shell I have become
Killing all I see
Explosives make my body numb
I see no children before my hate
Within this crowd are devils some
To Allah I go free
I blow your mind to kingdom come
who cares about this gate
My god decides your fate
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Holding onto anger is like grasping a hot coal with the intent of throwing it at someone else; you are the one who gets burned. - Buddha
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