YOU CALL IT A FATWA

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Dancing at the edge of forever

My mind is like the ocean my thoughts like the river

Trying my best to simply look clever…

When I just want to cry.

Jamaat-ul-Jihad and their other cronies

Stepping stones of wisdom that are really bodies

They say they’re heroes I say they’re just phonies…

These killers have to die.

You call it a fatwa

I call it a crime

How much blood will it take

Are you wanting some of mine?

You call it a fatwa

I call for your head

How can God let people live

That want so many dead.

Dancing at the edge of a shadow

Hearing of the stories it’s so hard to swallow

For far too many there is no tomorrow…

And I just want to cry.