When other children played with toys
I played with guns and bombs
When other children studied in schools
I studied the art of war
As I was the chosen one
As I was the warrior for All Mighty
As this was the way for me to reach salvation
As this was the only way to meet HIM
I believed what was told to me
I did what was asked of me
But when Iaid down my life for the cause
I was not called a Martyr
They called me a Terrorist
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