To the one who took my mother,

All you know how to do is take




Until I had nothing left to give. 

You do not discriminate

You take children from mothers

and mothers from children 

You do not care what they have done

nor how much they own

or how much they fight 

you merely consume. 

You terrorized me as a child-


You became the monster of my worst nightmares.


now its your turn to be afraid. 

For I am coming

and I am not alone. 

It is your turn to be consumed,



Get ready

For we will come

and we will beat you. 

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