Infidel
SCREAMINNGGGGGGDYINNGGGGGG
KILLINNGGGGGG
BLEEDINNGGGGGG
INFIDELLLLLL
In the world of the nations
Developed under one's blood stain.
Giving the system the very fuel
That they feed upon.
This is what they make us do.
This is what they make us be.
Infidels.
Born as a slave, dead as a free man.
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