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"I never thought Jihad would come for me
i've seen many things you wouldn't believe, like ten thousand faces trying to fight their way through the streets
it rained when bullets came from those in places
they roared and brought the brightest flames i ever ssaw
and all those uniforms ran through the scene
all i screamed was, 'father, father don't me don't go....'
but i can still recall the raw sound of my father's voice reaching out when i made him proud
he said, 'son, grown, seventeen years old, and all praise to Allah'
he said, 'I'm glad you've stayed peaceful, don't waste your life on hate or the violence we've taught you is so wrong'"
but the next spring everything began
"all praise to Allah", he said, "i'll fight while i still can
i can't waste life in my father's house where he was shot and killed...in my father's house where he was shot and killed
i think about it more each day, sometimes i weep sometimes i pray
but everyone has a war to wage, their own jihad they need to fight
it's not suicide, but solace that you'd give your life to find when you would strap a bomb to your chest"
the type of feeling that propels you when you kill someone
that cold belief that some relief will come...
and now your run from everything you've learned
"all praise to Allah", he said
"so now i'll take my turn"
borders crossed, it would be the last time he would leave that house again, his father's house where his father was shot and killed
the memory is still clear of that house up on the hill, up there, where he was shot and killed
do the risks outweigh this sorrow?
i'll take arms against enemies, against dawn, against all just to feel at ease
through everything i've forgotten what it even means to clearly breathe with a sigh of relief, but with more that are killed, more pain needs to be released
two fall and two thousand form
martyr brigades, not just on streets or in the ghettos
around a phrase they congregate: "how can you pray to the sound of hurting?:
congregations of martyrs and saint: "how can you pray to the sound o hurting?"
martyr brigades and common terrorists: "how can you pray to the sound of hurting?"

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