Remember who we are
We are the dead men
With black horizontal breath
Rolling on life in pressures of crime.
Remember who we are
We are the murderers
With weight of cultural deaths
Destructing all norms of life.
Remember who we are
We are the dead mask men
With blood of kith and kin
Roaring on our ancestors peace.
Remember who we are
We are the sinners of life
With perishing the values and morals
Living in submerged blood of almighty.
That's grim with the truth. We are the murderers of our own happiness, peace and what not? Reality bites, thanks, tonight I'll have nightmares...
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we are the murderers of our culture. expressed true reality of the outgoing society