The world of terrorism
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Oh! the faceless enemy Snarling in the dark whispering it's stammering tongue Beckoning at the feast of devastation Ready with it's sickle for harvest Holding the symbol of law As a prosecuting law Without it's defendant at the witness box Rising above the innocent Demanding the price of retribution It's step could hardly be traced Oh!only the wind knows it's dwelling Oh!!!earth summon the courts of thy people With the drumming sound To a sit of desperation Whether the cloak could be untied! For the feet of the people is famished And have no strength to bring forth Where,when will be the next spilball? Oh!Oh!! our thought is held captive.
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